DescentBB

hi,
i was supposed to spend the super bowl at Caesars palace in las vegas. then help someone move back to minnesota via ryder truck.

i arrived at mccaren international in vegas at 8:50pm on wednesday. the guy who bought my one-way ticket was no where to be found. i'm not a ***** but i had no credit card and $250 bux for the trip. (seems small time but this guy was a black jack dealer in vegas with comp connections). so after spending more money on phone calls than slot machines i had to make a decision. a hotel room or a way home... i chose the greyhound bus ticket at 5:15am. ;-0

so after 45 hours of riding through the united states on the ghetto express i come home to a phone call saying i'm a betrayer! lol! and his excuse was this "i thought your plane came in on thursday!" and HE bought the ticket on monday! i'm down with smoking weed but this cat just spaced a friend at the airport... time to sober up.

it's all good. i started falling for a woman during the trip and she ended up being an undercover cop that busted a brother who was strapped with over a pound in grand junction colorado. she went bye-bye but i swear she was an option under different circumstances. ;-0

so, am i a dick for not gambling my money on a hotel room? if it fell through i wouldn't have been able to get home and i don't call daddy to get me out of jams. or did i make the right decision?

old friends for sale.

If you tried to get in tough with him and couldn't, I'd say you played it right.

did you get her number?

All this did was re-affirm my belief that smoking weed = stupid.

oh, and yeah, you did the right thing.

You did the right thing. I would have definately done the same.

But slap yourself silly if you didn't get her number.

LOL ... ditto and ditto

Cops, if you can't handle her...give me her number. I can bust her chops so many different ways that she'll think "buns up knellinf, foreskin peeling is the best train outta town.