Well, sense i am on the subject of hot
It was Saint Patrick’s Day and I was living in Oneonta. If anyone has been to this worthless town, one would know about its bad reputation of drunken debauchery on such an occasion. Well, on this great holiday, the bars are open at 7am for its annual party until your face down in the gutter= reminds me of Mardi gras. Well, I received a knock at 10 am on my door. My old friend Matt and a few Dregs came in drunk pissed out of their minds. Sure come in so I can laugh at you. I was still nursing down my coffee around this time. Well, Matt’s friend kept reaching in his pockets for something. When I finally asked him what he was looking for, he spittle out “My Coke”. He lost it somewhere in the bar down stairs……funny really.
Well, then I started thinking…….
I told him I had some. His eyes grew large and proceeded to whip out some cash=
He threw it at me and said “I’ll buy some from you, do you have extra?”…
Of course I do, sweetie. It’s extra special though; I got it for the Holladay. I went to the kitchen and pulled out the powdered Wasabi and pored it out of the bottle and onto a mirror. I brought it to him and took the wadded up cash. Coffee over what I then witnessed was well worth it…….
Lets just say he never asked me for drugs again, besides no one came to my door at that fucking ridiculous time ever again=