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The real reason why I keep coming back to the Ace though are the people. Fact: Rich travelers who stay in hip hotels are the biggest freaks on leashes. They’re like some parody of a Sofia Coppola film brought to life and I live, breathe, die to overhear their conversations.
On the bus I sipped gin and started to feel shitty. I passed out and when I was in New Jersey near Manhattan, I woke up and felt great. I called my roommate and told him that we had to party as soon as I got back. At my apartment, the two of us railed the rest of the Ativan and drank a 24oz can of Bud each. I was feeling tired, so I bought an Adderall off of him and took that.