Me and Scort's best friend got into a gnarly fight (words flew in place of fists, screams mostly). It sucked. This isn't the dude. This dude was a witness. He looks bummed, right? I lost my little red book this night, which was the worst part. I'd kept a detailed log of every day of the year in there. Damn! Stupid trails; damned walking! Damn that night-club we were at! And thus began the next stage of my life, hopefully, the mellower stage.
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