Back in college, two friends and I dosed at their apartment. Of course, it was only then that we decided to go to the corner store and get some orange juice (myth or reality…I haven’t the foggiest idea if Vitamin C did anything for visuals) and while walking to the store, the magic began. It took what seemed like an hour to get the juice, and then were faced with the daunting task of paying. My friend Mike had a wad of cash on him so he was nominated. Three half gallon jugs of orange juice, and he just hands the clerk the cash, giggles like a schoolgirl, and we leave. I have no idea if we gave the guy five singles, or a hundred bucks.
"Purgatory's kind of like the in-betweeny one. You weren't really shit, but you weren't all that great either. Like Tottenham."
I'll try being nicer...if you'll try being smarter.