The stories of my youth are working wonderfully and Adam Eget is awake. Annoyingly awake. He suddenly can’t stop talking long enough to shut up about how his girlfriend broke up with him just last week, and how he lost his BlackBerry, which has his sponsor’s phone number on it, and how they don’t appreciate him enough at The World Famous Comedy Store. And me, I’m riding shotgun, listening to Billy Joe Shaver on the radio and thinking about the plan. I stare out at the black starless night. I only have two hundred dollars to my name, but I have a plan. And the good thing about the plan is that it’s foolproof, so I decide I’ll get some shuteye now that Adam Eget is exceptionally awake. I close my eyes and turn the car radio way up and Billy Joe Shaver’s voice drown out Adam Eget’s—“The Devil made me do it the first time, the second time I done it on my own”—and I smile as I fall asleep.
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