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I used a fake ID to get in and wandered around for hours getting more drunk on beer until his mother finally caught me, demanded to see my ID, took it away from me, bawled us both out, kicked me out, and made Nick drive me home. He gave me back my ID.
The next morning or rather around noon when I awoke, I had the worst hangover of my life, but of which altered my being forever. I vowed to change my life. I decided to quit my job and live on unemployment, which was easy since I lived with my mother. My feeling about Shorty was, he is a factory worker, had a wife and a little girl and he should get the ball grinding job. For myself if they were thinking of putting me back in the needle grinding room I was not going to go. Just as well I get out of there. I asked but I never got my three hundred back. I quit and spent a year doing analysis until I got drafted.
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