Joe just moved to LV from Beantown 3 months ago. His roommate and childhood friend from back home moved out the year before. Joe used to have his own landscaping company out there but can't compete with Los Mexicanos so he took the job as Reptile Specialist at Petco.
I pick him up he's headed to UMC (university medical center) to go see his roommate who crashed his motorcycle the night before, breaking tons of bones and lucky to be alive. This brought back memories of my former roommate Russ D. who too tried to kill himself but did not succeed.
So the deal was, they were both down at South Point playing some poker and gambling. They end up driving home.. his roomie claims he drank 15 jack and cokes and goes out to the garage and fires up the motorcycle. Joe tries to talk him out of it, with the dude not having any of it. Joe claims to of told him .. dude your bike has balding tires ..hasn't been driven in 3 months.. ur too drunk etc. etc. etc ... but alas, to no effect.
Joe gets the call in the morning. GG. Don't drink and drive my friends.
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