If I recall correctly, he wanted money for food, which I'm sure I gave him, then we tripped out on the white crut around his lips, I feel bad now but I couldn't help feel I met the real Tyrone...
A few empty beers into the night and still going, we decided John's tattoos needed some touch ups...the birth of demon and steve!!!
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The cup of DOOM lives on.
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