$200 on the feisty one
My purpose here is unknown, that much is for sure. Today is my birthday. I'm 25 years-old and I'm at a cockfight which was spontaneously organized just two hours ago. Clothed in pajamas (be they outstandingly pricey and 100% satin) I stand out like a 25 year-old Caucasian male in the audience of an illegal cockfight in Guatemala at 3:15 in the morning. I no longer care about reputations or suggested standards or accomplishments made on Wall Street by fellow high-school graduates Mother always felt I should model my life after. I need not remind you of my whereabouts or chosen attire. Although... a reminder would solidify my confidence rested behind each; I am sitting in a crowd of screaming locals, wearing a pair of bedtime-tuck-me-in pajamas two sizes too small. And I don't give a fuck.
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