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How ya gonna do me like that?
Yesterday, my good ole pal Jigar had his 18th birthday party. This is funny, because I can never picture Jigar Patel as a grown up. But here we are, brothers in maturity, just waiting to be arrested so we can go to big people jail.
Anyhow, Nathan, who is Jigar’s Indian brother in crime, asked me yesterday after school to go with him to buy lottery tickets to give to Jigar. He took me to this little Shell station on US 19, where we parked and I went inside to buy some lottery tickets.
He gave me five dollars, with which I bought five tickets. We went back out into the car and sat there, parked, when Nathan suggested we scratch a couple off, you know, so we can quadruple our money and buy Jigar more tickets. So, being the good and kindhearted people we are, we scratched off two of the tickets to find that we had won a dollar!
I marched back into the Shell station and got another ticket. Then, I came back out to the car to find Nathan sitting in the driver’s seat with four scratched losing tickets in the center console and a quarter with scratch off shavings still attached clutched tightly in his fist. He looked pitiful. So I cheered him up by letting him scratch off the last of Jigar’s birthday presents.
We may have left that gas station empty handed, but we did it all out of love for our dear Jigar. Happy birthday, buddy. Happy birthday.
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hmmm…that is always a possibilty. I might just have to take you up on the offer. And this beard that you speak of, just makes me all the more inclinded call you! Hahahaha call me sometime to chill….if you can get a break from IB. God i love going to SPC.