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Tom:
Fuck all this tire shit. T-bag's got a real story to tell. . .
We bump in to Barstow at yea on 1:00 a.m. We cruise up
on Barstow Tire & Brake to hunt for a replacement tire. While
Frank was worrying about tires (what a dumb ass), Jeff, Jay,
Jengel and myself walk across the street to the Katz Bar.
We were tempted to go in cuz when the 5-0 rolled past
our bus, it didn't look at the 11 of us hanging out by
a decrepit ass bus, he looked over to Katz to see if shit is
going down. So we strut in to this ghetto ass bar and are
delighted to find a little Lynrd Skynrd wafting from within.
The bar had 6 taps, all of which served Natty Lite.
Jengle and I roll with the Buds from the bottle, Jeff
goes with the domestic brew of choice at Katz.
I am further delighted to find Pinbot in the back of the bar.
Buddha is looking over us tonight. Except for that whole blown
tire thing. It becomes my mission to represent Pinbot all over
Barstow. After a couple trial games (factory settings, Nightbot
mode and a some funky ass bounces make this incarnation of
Pinbot kinda hard to get used to), I stick the 3,050,000 Solar
on that ass. My Vortex skillz were ressurected and I came correct
all over that motherfucker.
4.8 Mil is the new high score in Barstow. West Dorm RepreSent,
RepreSent.
The bar closes and they kick my ass out (I left behind 6 credits
for the next Yokel). Turns out that Barstow Truck & Tires doesn't
have the shit we need, so Christian, Jeff, Avi and I head over to
this donut store to use their phone. While there, I begin this
narration, Jeff buys a dozen donut holes that he pretends are
testicles and demonstrates to me how he thinks Jengel would have
given Jay his promised 'nut massage' (a whole 'nother story).
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