Thanks, asshole. [ But he lets Mitch get the door open (though they'll have to roll up the window, he thinks distantly, well, Mitch can just tell the damn car to lock itself, can't he?) and manages not to fall out. The coffee cup and his suit jacket get left behind, and he hauls himself to his feet, then leans against the car waiting for the vertigo to wear off.
Other people are lucky enough to lose any sense of what's going on when they're intoxicated; Bradbury wishes he was one of them. ]
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Thanks, asshole. [ But he lets Mitch get the door open (though they'll have to roll up the window, he thinks distantly, well, Mitch can just tell the damn car to lock itself, can't he?) and manages not to fall out. The coffee cup and his suit jacket get left behind, and he hauls himself to his feet, then leans against the car waiting for the vertigo to wear off.
Other people are lucky enough to lose any sense of what's going on when they're intoxicated; Bradbury wishes he was one of them. ]
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