Whenever my family pissed me off I would buy a $15.00 round trip bus ticket to Atlantic City. The bus drivers knew me well. I was way too young to drink or gamble, so when the usual preachy speeches they gave were over they’d let me follow them around and eat at the buffet tables until it was time to return. To this day my folks can’t figure out where I went.
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