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This is how I met Sam. Wino extraordinaire, would-be philosopher and a sort of back alley mentor during those first few days up there. He’s also a big reason why I even lived to tell this tale. If it weren’t for him I probably would have tried to rip off the wrong motherfucker with cold tablets and got myself fucked up bad. That part of Seattle is pretty much filled with wrong motherfuckers. Also it helped that he sort of “vouched  for me with the other winos. I didn’t have to worry about getting rolled for my trench or my shoes at least when I was with him. So I went drinking that first day with Sam and he met up with his his crew. We didn’t go to the Central or the Comet or any cool place where cool people went to drink. We drank in alleys downtown,Pike Place, Pioneer Square, the waterfront; the places where the civilized masses pass and feel derision, contempt, occasional pity even when observing the human wreckage and empty bottles of Wild Irish Rose or Thunderbird littering the environs. Needless to say we weren’t sipping single malt scotch, Pabst or micro brews anyway. More like St. Ides and Old English malt liquor and a variety fortified wines improperly marketed for human consumption.

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It was later that afternoon and we’re in the alley next to the old wig store up from Left Bank Books on Pike street. There were like five or six of us. Me, Sam, and a bunch of his Indian friends. We’re all piss drunk. This kid shows up, he’s like college age, and he’s got a bottle of VO or some shit-some cheap whiskey. He’s like some suburban kid, nice enough though, actually real nice since he breaks Cheap Gucci Handbags USA Online Factory Outlet out the bottle and is just like “Here, I brought this for you guys!  There is much toasting and graciousness aimed at this mystery booze provider. He hangs out for awhile, has a couple of swigs and just seems genuinely glad to be of assistance. Then he rolls out with a wave over his shoulder. Fucking weirder than weird. Never seen nothing like it before or since. A visit from the magic booze wizard or some shit. So now we’re all totally fucking lit. And there’s still wine going around. I swear, it was like those guys were just able to make fucking Mad Dog 20/20 materialize out of thin air. So we’re all sitting up against this wall at the entrance to the alley, completely wrecked…and this guy walks by with his woman on Pike. Sam pipes up, pointing to me “See this kid? Ten bucks and he’s yours!!HAHAHAHA  I call out, “I do dishes even!.  Fucking guy walking up the street turns, runs up on me, and commences with the boots. I didn’t know what the fuck. Nobody knew what the fuck. Fucker got off some good ones in my ribs. My inebriated compatriots slowly began to gather themselves and stand up. It was like something Gucci (Gucci) Diamante diamond pattern series contains a variety of brightly colored handbags Gucci (Gucci) iconic styles from casual bucket shoulder bag, clutch exquisite, practical bag, sports bag bowling bag to Boston, to the original size or press proportion design mini models, both practical and enchanting feminine. out of a zombie movie, these weaving, shambling figures attempting to come to my aid while going “Heeeeeyyyy .  I don’t think they would have actually intervened. I know they wouldn’t have, it would have interrupted the wine drinking and after all I was just some kid with a fucked up haircut who would heal up in a couple of days anyway. But, apparently the dude booting me didn’t know that. By the time two or three of my compatriots managed to stagger to their feet he was gone, running off with his woman up the sidewalk.

Everybody there looked at me. There was a moment of stunned silence. Suddenly all these guys erupt in laughter and I have four wine bottles thrust in my direction. Fuck, I laughed too. My ribs hurt like a bitch but all said it was pretty fucken funny. Some motherfuckers just cant take a joke, I guess. However, all good things must come to an end. After a few days of hanging out with Sam and his cohorts I got up one morning in the parking garage and Sam told me “Well, kid. This is it. I’ve got business to attend to out on First hill and I have to fly solo. You should maybe go up on Broadway, check it out up there. There’s lots of kids like you go up there, you’ll be alright.  And that was it. He went his way, and I started wandering back 2014 Luxury Gucci Handbags Outlet Online Sale downtown trying to come up with a plan for myself. But I can’t say I never saw Sam again. I did, in Olympia like three years later. He was all cleaned up, though he still appeared to be a generic a fifty something hippie. Just a cleaned up hippie. We said hi and talked for a couple of minutes. But I Gucci handbags & Gucci bags, Gucci outlet online store was on my way to go score drugs and by that familiar look in his eyes he was on his way to go get a bottle.