Well, the world didn't end. I can't believe I trusted those goddamn Mayans. Come to think of it, the Mayans borrowed 20 dollars for gas money and said they'd pay me back, and they never did.
So on New Year's Eve, I drank an immense amount of Vodka, mixed with sleeping pills and crack, then woke up in a crate on my way to Argentina. I had to mount a daring escape and make my way back to the US after a perilous adventure that involved many high-speed chases, gun fights, and there was an explosion.
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