There was an "Empty Pockets" bar on Eighth Avenue in Brooklyn that I went in one evening some years back for a few drinks and the next morning I woke up to find my pockets emptied of everything: cash, keys, wallet, and when I looked out the window, the car was gone too. Then I remembered: an Italian couple befriended me at the bar and near the end of the evening we all went out together in my car and I let them drive because I was so damn drunk and they took me to various ATMs and withdrew my money then after all was done they were nice enough to drop me off at my house then drove away and it was my car. It was an episode to remember of my drinking life. That bar is gone now and in its place is a Chinese grocery store.
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There was an "Empty Pockets" bar on Eighth Avenue in Brooklyn that I went in one evening some years back for a few drinks and the next morning I woke up to find my pockets emptied of everything: cash, keys, wallet, and when I looked out the window, the car was gone too. Then I remembered: an Italian couple befriended me at the bar and near the end of the evening we all went out together in my car and I let them drive because I was so damn drunk and they took me to various ATMs and withdrew my money then after all was done they were nice enough to drop me off at my house then drove away and it was my car. It was an episode to remember of my drinking life. That bar is gone now and in its place is a Chinese grocery store.
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