At 6:30 in the morning, the gate eventually opened for us and we drove out using our Raptor—trailing behind Jesus and his crew—who had the station wagon at the front followed by random-ass sedan and SUV. I couldn't even identify the base model of their vehicles at this point because they were customized to the point that they were basically franken-cars.
With that said, the communications channel we were in had never been used because we still had a slight headache due to smelling something so fucking foul while they were still sore due to taking in something so fucking big. But yeah, Jose and Isaac were a little worse than us because it seemed like they were dragged into this huge welcoming party for Jesus and his crew and they barely had a wink of sleep.
"Ughhh… Never again…" Isaac groaned from the back.
"Tough night?"
"Bro… Those guys… Those guys can fucking drink, I tell ya… And you HAVE to pass out LIKE fucking pass out before they leave you alone…"
"How'd you two survive?"
