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Tuesday, August 31, 2004
The title of this story is "Possum Busts Up a Drug Deal" or "Possum Confuses a Taxi Driver"...I honestly do not know which, although most people I've told this story to so far believe it to be the former.
Saturday was Lori's 21st birthday, so a rare night on the town was in order. A mexican dinner on Franklin St. ended around 8:30. We had worn out our welcome at Patio Loco, yet it was a little to early to do anything else. A quick stroll to the Yogurt Pump (or Yogurt Pimp as Jake mistook it) seemed to be the only time killing venture that could be agreed upon.
The sun had gone down and Franklin St. was abuzz with the usual crowd from the panhandlers to the sorority girls...still relatively sober. As the group of ten passed by the remains of The Wicked Burrito, I heard a phone ringing. At first, I thought it was someone's cell phone, but as I got closer I realized it was the pay phone. Naturally, I picked it up while the rest of the group turned around and looked at me funny.
Sure enough, there was someone on the other end. "Hello," I said.
"Who is this?"
"This is Brian!" I said in a chipper voice.
"Ok...are you ready for the pick-up?"
(Uhhh....panic!)
"No!"
And then I hung up.
And then I walked quickly away for fear of my life.
That's it.
I'm on someone's list now.
Saturday was Lori's 21st birthday, so a rare night on the town was in order. A mexican dinner on Franklin St. ended around 8:30. We had worn out our welcome at Patio Loco, yet it was a little to early to do anything else. A quick stroll to the Yogurt Pump (or Yogurt Pimp as Jake mistook it) seemed to be the only time killing venture that could be agreed upon.
The sun had gone down and Franklin St. was abuzz with the usual crowd from the panhandlers to the sorority girls...still relatively sober. As the group of ten passed by the remains of The Wicked Burrito, I heard a phone ringing. At first, I thought it was someone's cell phone, but as I got closer I realized it was the pay phone. Naturally, I picked it up while the rest of the group turned around and looked at me funny.
Sure enough, there was someone on the other end. "Hello," I said.
"Who is this?"
"This is Brian!" I said in a chipper voice.
"Ok...are you ready for the pick-up?"
(Uhhh....panic!)
"No!"
And then I hung up.
And then I walked quickly away for fear of my life.
That's it.
I'm on someone's list now.
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