We ventured back into town that evening and met up with some friends of friends staying in a hotel right near a 7/11 type store were we picked up a bunch of Bintang longnecks for $2.20 and organised a deal with some of the locals - Arak. This drink is 99% alcohol and smells and tastes like burnt rubber. We gave the local around $3 dollars each and waited whilst he went on a mission, he came back with gold fish bag filled with arak and it was a done deal. Im almost certain we were drinking petrol that night but it certainly did the job, it didnt take too much drinking for all of us to be quite drunken and as we missioned into the city my homie Sam felt the full effects of arak - this sucked. I ended up carrying him for 6 blocks ignoring all the local methadrone dealers along the way and finally got to the club, Sam suddenly become mobile and sprinted into the club closely dodging oncoming traffic and the bouncers - we lost Sam for the night. (the club had 6 stories)
He turned up around 7-8 am the next day without a wallet and any idea of what he had been doing in the last 10 hours.. but he had a cheeseburger, so.. it was alright.
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