The Story of Ryan
Friday morning, 10:30am. I'm still riding high from my prior victory. Ryan's tired. We are walking around looking for a championship breakfast, or perhaps finally just scoping out our neighborhood. We find everything except championship breakfast. We walk in the street because the sidewalk is for losers. A taxi has approached and stopped ahead of us and several natives stand inbetween the taxi and parked car. I head for the sidewalk. Ryan goes between the cars, but a small crazy man backs into him and steps on his foot. At the same time some Crazy says some gibberish to me and gives me a high five. I play along. Said small crazy man begins yelling at Ryan and slapping his legs. A few seconds of Ryan trying to evade and small man stops, hops in the taxi, and it speeds off.
Ryan no longer possesses his wallet. I buy us pizza and fateer for food. Upon my fateer sucking, I eat most of ryan's pizza.
Ryan no longer possesses his wallet. I buy us pizza and fateer for food. Upon my fateer sucking, I eat most of ryan's pizza.


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