drunken voicemail from juarez to mecca i need it
Juárez ➼ Mecca
☆: drunken voicemail
[04:45] I lost you like four hours ago, man. If you’re dead I hope you at least got to tip the waitress… if you know what I’m… what I’m saying. Cards on the table, I lost two stacks and need some cash to pay the tab. By ‘lost’ I mean gave to a dancer. She asked nicely… what can I say… I’m generous. Seriously, where — what? — [pause; can hear music in BG; eruption of laughter] — when you hear this in the morning, just know we found you passed out behind the VIP couch. And it wasn’t me who drew the dick on your face. Not the first one, anyway, but — [distant voice] — CAN SOMEONE BRING ME A PEN? —










