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Three f*cking days and I am already done with this clubhouse. We just got done packing the moving van with whatever we felt like taking back to New York. Most of it was the tables and chairs. We could always use more of those. I took the filing cabinets. I didn’t give a sh*t about the contents. We weren’t paying off any of the debts, None of it was in our name. We loaded the bar and some of the unopened liquor. No one wanted to take the beds, they looked disgusting.
“Alright boys, we are done. Tonight we hang out and then we are off tomorrow. Don’t drink too much, I don’t want to hear any b*tching about traveling with a hangover.”
Everyone chuckled. We ate first at a steakhouse where I devoured some steak and eggs. That’s something I liked about Vegas, you could get breakfa
