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The bank teller gave me a $100 bill instead of a $20 when I was cashing a check. I kept my dumb fucking mouth shut and walked out with $80 more than expected.
Fuck the bank.
Just read your follow up post as well. Powerful stuff and very well stated. Stay up and stay off the hard stuff man!
Thanks, I really do appreciate that. Fortunately I'm keeping the sobriety run going successfully, it's been a while since I've touched any drugs (even small stuff like weed and things legitimately rx'd to me by doctors). I did go to the club with a few business partners about a month ago, we got tables & couches with bottle service. Sparklers and the whole 9. I got so drunk that I was throwing $100 bills into a crowd of girls and pressing up on some of your standard Long Island club skeezers, and I finished the night by puking for almost two full days straight afterwards and not being able to keep any kind of food down. After that, I have sworn off drinking for quite sometime.
Ha, I avoid the club scene round here man, shit is too intense/guidoed out for me. Did you go into the city or somewhere on the island? "Bro, I'm tellin ya, Pacha was off the hook last night..." Got a few friends on that scene and I hear that shit all the time and I lose respect for them every time. Also, throwing 100$'s ain't ever a good idea. Did you at least get laid?
Unfortunately no haha. I was in some hole in the wall of a club in Suffolk County. I only went because my business partner's friend was djing there, and she brought some attractive females to the club with her. That's how we got the service that we ended up with, because of her. My old girl was down for Pacha and I've probably heard the nightmares you've heard, I'm not much of a club goer.
I had a bunch of money on me and my friend was like "I'm a banker, give me the money and I'll make sure you're only holding small bills." Unfortunately, he was pretty shit faced too and ended up giving me Benjamins thinking they were Washingtons. & due to how fucked up I was, I didn't get laid that night. I did meet a girl there that I kept in contact with that I ended up hooking up with a couple of weeks later. So it wasn't all for nothing fortunately.
You ever hear of Emporium in Patchogue? That place turns into a wannabe Pacha for Long Islanders.