April 18, 2010

I’ve always made the best of things. Broke my ankle, improved my balance. Allergic to cheese, vacationed in Nicaragua.

So, when I got thrown into a trunk by my loan shark’s henchmen-and there was already someone inside-I decided to introduce myself and see if I couldn’t strike up a friendship.

He was unconscious at the time, but when he came around, somewhere outside of Reno, we bonded quickly over our mutual love of gambling and breakfast for dinner. Turns out we both liked ham and eggs with syrup.

Sure we knew they were taking us out to the desert for the end of things, but that didn’t stop me from making a tart glass of lemonade from a few sour lemons.


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