and i was thinkin'bout myself and then there she was
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He's had at least 6 Red Bulls since he took out his folding chair and plopped down into it. Empty cans litter the ground around him, crushed in his hand, dropped onto the sidewalk, and each one landing with a soft clink as he reaches into the royal blue ice chest behind him, dripping with condensation, and pulls out another drink.. [tw: alcohol abuse][au]