I’m coming for you…place that takes all my money…
I have no idea what time it was. Being up for 25-ish hours in Atlantic City drinking heavily and gambling tends to warp your sense of reality. I think the adrenalin from the lack of sleep was the only thing still fueling us. That and the booze. We are sitting in what I think was Caesars Casino at a random back bar. Myself and Bruno Sardine had brought our very good and very drunk friend to this bar to get him away from the craps table. He had been losing horribly and is a notorious jinx. He was nursing a large glass of complementary whiskey and making us a business proposition. It went like this:
Charlie: “Can you guys sell it?”
Us: “Sell what?”
Charlie: “YES OR NO!”
Like this but without the socks on the cat
The “proposition” ended up being Charlie reiterating the same disjointed point for what felt like forever while making angry gestures with his drink. It went nowhere. I tried to write down some of the stranger comments for your reading pleasure. Here’s one:
Charlie: “I just need you guys to help me sell it”
Us: “You still haven’t told us what we’re selling!”
Charlie: “YOU’RE MISSING THE POINT!”
Also, while addressing myself and Bruno:
Charlie: Bring it in. (we are sitting within 3 feet of each other)
Bruno: /Leans in
Me: Don’t make me do stuff.
Charlie: I SAID BRING IT IN.
Me: /Leans in as well
Charlie: /holds up pointer finger. Is my finger up?
Charlie: GOOD. Now you know that this is important.