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Race Day
I’m in the most expensive Super 8 motel in the world. It cost me $109 for one night. I said, “Are you kidding? Where I’m from, these places are last resort.” Obviously not exactly sealing my friendship with the front desk. But I’m in butt-fk nowhere, and I’m paying city rates for a crappy motel? Anyhow…
It’s 39 degrees fahrenheit right now. Oi.
Talk to you after the race.
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I’ve paid more for less. Sux