Drake and Bryan were planning on leaving PDX Monday morning. I told Bryan that you can buy books in Portland, he didn't believe me, but it was true, and he bought books. We also saw Ben Zarov in the place where you can buy books. Ben was buying books, too. Ben had to meet a girl, so Bryan, Drake and myself left and ate clams. 1.5 lbs. of clams to be exact! When the clams were gone, we played poker at the Bitter End. Drake was the first person knocked out. He did really well. He said, "those people all suck. Sparr, you better win. I'm gonna get some M-G-Decent." Drake bought three pitchers of M-G-Decent. When I finished in 6th, I found Ben paying to shoot animals in a video game. He said he missed Africa. Ben's friend picked us up and we went to a bar for dogs. I ordered Malt Bomb. That made my head hurt this morning. I also met a large 150 pound girl. Lacrosse is a bad sport.
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