thompson

I got to the bungalow lounge at around 8:15 am. They were serving hard drink at 8:15 am, so I didn't know exactly how to spend 15 minutes. The weather was cloudy and the sun peak through the clouds ever so gently. It's hard being awake all night without proper beverages, so I filled my Chivas glass with some ice and water. To anticipate the 8:30am drink-off. I wasn't drinking for anyone accept me, and the cursed nonsense that just walked through the front door of the press box. It's Lloyd, sonofabitch, haven't seen him in ages. Nor do I want to. Bastard stands behind me at the bar. I can feel his semi erection drifting past my pant leg. I turn my side and he gets the message. Then it's all like OMG, i haven't see you in ages. I ignore him and throw a curveball. Oh James, it's been a pleasure. 8:30 hit. pour full cup, take a shot shake it off. Nice seeing you James. Then I was off to the races.