Last month, the BIG Texas-Alabama game was played like five seconds from my house and all day there were noisy goddamned news choppers following me EVERYWHERE...vast, humming, rotating legions of 'em. It was like Goodfellas up in this motherfucker -- the only thing missing was the muscle car, the cool 70s tune, the brown paper bag full of untraceable handguns, and the EXTREME cocaine sweats and paranoia.
Shit...that's like a Tuesday night for me.
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