I'm back in the room safely, with no scars, bruises, major debts, or warrants attached to my person or name. We managed to make the tour of Dallas' club scene, but we got thrown out of Gilley's. Let me make this clear. Our drunk companion managed to behave in bars where women take most of their clothes off, but he got thrown out of a country-western dance bar. I was finishing my last beer when Maximum came over and told us "Hogfarmer's getting thrown out. We've gotta go now." He couldn't remember why they threw him out, but apparently it must have been fairly benign, since they passed on the chance to do the nightstick boogie on him. Hopefully, this is the closest we're going to come to jail this weekend.

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