Texts From Last Night
12:56am – missed call from exhibit A
12:57am – text from exhibit A – I’m going to the leeve soon with a friend. What to meet me there?
12:58am – text to exhibit A – What?
12:59am – text from exhibit A – I’m like 2 blocks from the leeve with my friend and were going to be heading there soon. What to meet me?
12:59am – text from exhibit A – Drinks are on me and samuel l jackson
1:00am – text to exhibit A – Going to bed.
1:01am – text from exhibit A – You’re fucking lame. Come out.
1:01 am – text from exhibit A – Drinks are on samuel l jackson. Come out?
1:10am – text from exhibit A – Meet me.
1:15am – missed call from exhibit A
1:16am – missed call from exhibit A
1:17am – text from exhibit A – I’m at a shitty gay bar with a friend. Please come meet me.
1:18am – missed call from exhibit A
1:19am – text from exhibit A – There is nothing as not going out. Ypure just being a pussy.
1:30am – missed call from exhibit A
9:55am – text from Scott Watson – Oh my god…How much did I drink last night? Want…to…die…
Seems like things got arockin’ after we left. Did the mist work its way into Mr. Watso’s brain and cause him to go into some kind of mythical trance where he fought the likes of demons and ogres… in his mind?
LOOL
Josh, you missed a great opportunity to have a lot of free drinks, no? You should have taken advantage of his drunkenness!!! I wish I could…
haha
Just to set the record straight, only the last text was sent by Mr Watso, all of the previous ones were sent by a person who’s identity must remain shrouded in mystery.