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last chance texaco |
| 2002-08-01 : 2:12 p.m...the rear of the cabin |
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getting on the plane, an already-drunken, gin-blossom sporting windbag looks directly at me, jim beam neat in his hand and says to me with a rich smile on his face, "don't hate me because i'm in first class." "i dont," i told him. "i hate you because you think that means something." |