Finally, one of the guys managed to take the door off the frame using tools from his truck, revealing a rail-thin, spiky-haired man sprawled on the toilet who, when woken from his concoction-of-substances-induced sleep by his distraught woman, walked directly to the bar with an oblivious grin and ordered another drink. He wasn’t the main character of this story.
Read the rest of Chris Arnade in The Free Press.
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