Stanley and Joe sped through the night in a stolen Chevy van blitzed on Xanax and cheap wine. It was a good night, filled with potential, and they talked excitedly about adventure, major league baseball playoffs, and the divine convergence of beauty in the universe. As usual, Joe did most of the talking; Stanley listened quietly, nodding his head occasionally. He was happy to be along for the ride.
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