Here we go with week 2:
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This is a story about a fucking asshole named Chris Payne. This dick lived next door to us on Pontiac street when Evan and I first transferred over to SDSU in 2004. Chris started out as a seemingly cool older guy. We were 22, and rented this cool house a few blocks from SDSU with some good buddies (Bobbinator, Crocker, eventually Anderson…). The garage was quickly converted into “The Pontiac Pub” where we built a full bar, refurbished an old pool table, dart board, and basically built a fully functional pub in the garage. Things with the neighbor, Chris Payne, started off cool enough – he would sneak by every night for a cold beer in the pub where were all hanging out at night after classes and work. He would even usually throw down some cash on the new keg we picked up each week.