Lin Dze showed up, dressed to the nines (it was his birthday I was told) with a gorgeous female companion (mns & I were all, like, what is this, some kind of joke?). R343L, having not been drugged, was speaking coherently, which made it hard for me to understand her. There was much talk & demonstrations of weaponry.
Given the stellar quality of Lin Dze's usual drunken diaries, I was expecting some kind of madman in unwashed clothes. Imagine my surprise to discover that he looks like one of those models in the fashion mags that my daughters read.
Then we went to another bar, evidently a former set of a Martin Scorcesse mobster movie or a porn flick; there was lots of red velvet and carpeting & pool tables. By this point I was pretty much in Hunter S. Thompson mode. I ordered a giant glass of water, found a taxi, and made it to my destination having not lost my computer nor gotten rolled, either of which would have been likely given what had been done to me by my kidnappers. It was just like what happened to Tom Cruise in "Eyes Wide Shut", which, I don't care what anybody says, is a great flick. Kubrick was no fool, you know.
I believe there is photographic evidence that will attest to the veracity of this account, but I don't have it.
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