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Enjoy the show. Back in 98, I was pretty broke.

I was a 19-year-old guy in living with a roommate named Steve.

Steve was about my age, maybe a year older.

His dad had passed away a few years prior, and he left Steve a trust fund, which covered

all his bills and gave him a weekly allowance on top until he reached a certain age.

At this particular age, he would receive his full inheritance.

Steve and I got along pretty well, but he was the kind of guy who liked to remind you when he had some degree of power over you.

That aspect of his personality butted up against my own stubborn, proved the world wrong attitude on this particular night,

and it led to the events I'm about to describe. Steve and I went over to our friend Trevor's

house on Siesta Key one night. Steve drove as I didn't have a car.

I don't remember why we went over there, and I don't even know that I remember any other

instance of the three of us hanging out. I just know that we went there later in the evening,

maybe around nine or so.

At some point, Steve and I got into a disagreement over something.

I have no memory of what it was about, except that I seemed to recall that it wasn't anything important that impacted our lives in any way.

Something akin to disagreeing about movie trivia or something as inconsequential as

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