It was a small group. We cabbed it into downtown Manhattan Beach after spending the afternoon hanging around William's beachside apartment.

Waitress-girl insisted on car bombs.



And it was not long before Willy was w-a-a-a-a-aaaaasted...



But the bombs kept coming.

Around 10am Willy spat on the floor and we were kicked out of the bar.

We tried to go to Beaches next door, but our night ended abruptly when William was pulling out his ID...but then reached BEHIND his driver's license and handed the bouncer his ATM card instead.
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