You are a big, burly, hairy pigman doctor of mathematics. Nash Lane
stands between you and the cheapest bourbon 40 at the 7-Eleven. Cross
it. The rowdy students are not going to slow down for a professor.
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PAUSED
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7-ELEVEN, NASH & 4TH
GOT IT
You made it. The clerk doesn't card a doctor of mathematics.
One (1) bottle of the cheapest bourbon on the shelf, in a paper bag.
Now cross back. Somewhere between the register and the curb, the
evening starts to tilt.