Well, lucky for you, I can talk all day and night.
[Eddie Dean could talk the Devil himself into setting himself on fire. How many times had he heard that growing up?
His eyebrows raise, clearly impressed, at the miniature of himself on the page. Eddie lets out a low whistle.]
That's incredible. [And incredibly flattering, to be honest. He grins.] So anyway. We go into the john on the plane and he takes my stash back through the door with him. By this point, the flight attendants had cottoned on that there was something off about me. But the thing is, even though I had fuckin' track marks all over my arm, and even though I had tape burns and a knife cut on my torso, the airport security assholes couldn't find shit on me. They had no choice but to let me go.
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[Eddie Dean could talk the Devil himself into setting himself on fire. How many times had he heard that growing up?
His eyebrows raise, clearly impressed, at the miniature of himself on the page. Eddie lets out a low whistle.]
That's incredible. [And incredibly flattering, to be honest. He grins.] So anyway. We go into the john on the plane and he takes my stash back through the door with him. By this point, the flight attendants had cottoned on that there was something off about me. But the thing is, even though I had fuckin' track marks all over my arm, and even though I had tape burns and a knife cut on my torso, the airport security assholes couldn't find shit on me. They had no choice but to let me go.