Fear and Loathing at GenCon, Part II
I was attempting to bowl when the drugs kicked in. At the Very. Worst. Bowling alley. Ever. My lawyer had advised against it ("As your lawyer, I advise you not to roll in this place"), but all the best advice is advice unheeded, and upon that, I rest my case.
Exhibit One: Linoleum surface with bowling alley wood either printed or painted on it.
Exhibit Two: Lanes ten feet shorter than regulation.
Exhibit Three: No slide on lanes. Nearly pitched over forward upon release of first delivery.
Exhibit Four: Will broke the lane.
All this yesterday, before the poker game (but after the meatloaf), which was mundane (also, the meatloaf). Also before both poker and bowling (but after meatloaf), accosted by Mearls (his lawyer nowhere to be seen), who had a Dungeons and Dragons Thirtieth Anniversary tote. ("Experience Counts!") Hot women in a Jaguar pulled up to ask ó and I'm paraphrasing here ó "What the fuck?" At the advice of my lawyer, I pretended to be talking on my mobile phone to avoid dying of mortification. Mearls seems to have survived, though. Further investigation may be necessary to verify this.
Rained last night. Also, this morning. Outraged. This kind of thing does not happen in Los Angeles. It would not even occur to a resident of Los Angeles to imagine the existence of rain.
Will tells the story ó this at breakfast ó of a Mexican man traveling to the United States with two sons named (respectively) Jesus Christ and Espiritu Sanctu. No comment from my lawyer on this.
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Damn you, Tidball! Pepsi through the nose.