Nice One Dude

A lovely little chat at 6 in the morning with a roman numeral.
The "Tom" in reference was a degenerate drunk who stumbled into the diner we were in previously, paid with a personal check and belligerently invited my company to join him to a "celebrity" hang out on Mott Street, he also offered us "hard drugs" like an 8 hour penis pill and ibuprofen. He left screaming "I used to live upstairs!".

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