I get a phone call a little after 11 last night from Tony.
Tony: "Hey J. Guess where we're at?"
Me: "Please tell me you're hanging out with Dick Lucas."
Tony: "Haha. No. We're at-"
Me: "A bar? How come it's so quiet?"
Tony: "We're at the hospital."
Me. "Oh God. Not again."
Details later today. Must sleep. Tired.
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