A red-faced gentleman stumbled drunkenly into the store this morning with a story to tell.
After a somewhat incoherent preamble involving an unspecified criminal act requiring him to turn himself in at the courthouse by noon (the courthouse being a block up the street), he got to the point:
He'd spent all his money on bong hits, so could I help a brotha out with a free book.
Because he'd spent all his money on bong hits.
And he had to go to jail for ten days.
I politely declined.
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