On Saturday, December 25,
2010,
at 12:47 PM, I,
Wolf Alexander
from <aww505@gmail.com>
wrote:
The following is a completely non-fictional account of what I did on Christmas Eve Eve............
I woke up in my hotel room at the Greenbrier. No, not The
Greenbrier. The Greenbrier in Clarksburg. I'm not sure what
time it was. After an interval I took one of several showers.
Later on my friend/drug dealer Jon called and we arranged to meet. I was going to buy two ounces of weed for $400 dollars but I only later realized I had $200 dollars.
I drove to his house in North View. Then we drove up to
Fairmont to pick up his brother in law Daniel I think. Then we drove up to Morgantown to meet Daniel's friend.
After we bought the weed we drove back to Fairmont. I dropped Daniel off and then Jon and I decided to go to Wheeling so I could play poker. I was planning on winning $50,000 dollars.
On the way out towards Parkersburg on 50 I was going about 100, when a cop going the other way nailed us and turned on his lights. I told Jon that I was not planning on being pulled over by a police officer ever again, for anything, and proceeded to toast
him at 140 miles an hour. He gave up almost instantly, because we were over the next hill before he even got up to 60 miles an hour. It was fun. I'd never done that before but like all of you had been dreaming of just such an opportunity. It did not feel worse than I expected.
Jon freaked out and threw our pipes out the window. Which meant that we'd have to roll or get new pipes. Which was annoying. But whatever. He was scared shitless about this time and would not get much calmer the rest of the trip.
I continued driving at a well above the speed limit, along the river all the way to Wheeling. Route 2. Beautiful along the river, past all the factories with their smoke in the sky, with lots of lights.
About 11:30 we got to Wheeling and eventually I found the Casino. It's not exactly well marked. Anyway, we found it and Jon decided to get some much needed sleep while I won all the money. We only had $20 left. Or he had it. I was completely out of money except for $200 in my account, well in my account on Tuesday next, and a checkbook. No debit card.
I took his $20 inside. I knew that I was going to play poker,
even though I didn't have enough money yet. I knew that I'd get into the poker room, and I thought I'd win there. But until
then I had to win more money to even sit down. So I went to the first slot machine that looked right and put in the $20. I used the actual arm most of the time. Eventually I won about $15
dollars. So I went downstairs and asked to sit. But I needed $50, not $35, so I walked around the corner and first sat down at one slot machine but it wouldn't accept my voucher. So then I sat
down at the one next to it, which was a Troy themed slot
machine. I had no idea how to win I just put max bet max bet
max bet and in about 15 seconds I had won $100 dollars.
I took the money and sat down and played poker. Eventually I lost all of it, and then got the guy sitting next to me to give me $100 dollars more since I gave him a check. He trusted me. I also gave him my spare drivers license just in case. I lost a little bit, and then a guy at the table suggested I go upstairs and sit at his blackjack table where he'd won $200 dollars I think just
a few minutes before. So I left and did that, and put all my
money on the first hand and got a 19, the dealer busted.
Then I took those winnings and played craps, and quickly lost. Craps sucks because you can't really throw the dice like I
wanted to.
After that we left. I only had 70 miles worth of gas left the
car said, and it was definitely more than 70 miles back to
Clarksburg even via 250. And we had zero dollars and didn't
want to sell the weed. Selling weed is bad. Give it away.
Anyway I said fuck it and proceeded southeast on 250 very fast, at night. Jon again scared shitless but finally succumbing to the urge to crash while I changed the stations frequently. Eventually we made it all the way to Mannington and had been on 0 miles left for a good 10 miles since. And then we made it to Fairmont, to 19 past North Marion. And then we made it to Harrison County. And THEN we made it to Shinnston. Finally, finally we ran out of gas on Route 79 between Eastpoint and the Mall. I called 911 and Courtesy Patrol stopped by and gave us a gallon of gas, and then I drove home, dropping Jon off in North View first. I figured once I got to the top of the hill in Nutter Fort at the worst I could just let it roll down the hill to Go Mart, but I hadn't run out when I had parked back in the hotel.
At that point all the weed and the stress of the evening caught
up with me, and I just crashed into the seat for about 10 minutes, until I finally got upstairs with all my stuff. It was
by then about six am, and I tripped out with horrible thoughts and bad dreams for the next six hours or so.
The End
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