After the nth attempt in ending his life, my friend asked if I can accompany him to Star City.
Raft3r gladly obliged.
We never talked about the incident. I did not want to complicate matters. So I kept my mouth shut and never bothered to ask questions.
Raft3r concentrated on letting him have some fun. My friend deserved it.
For 60 bucks a pop, we were in.
It was a good thing I did not purchase the all you can ride tickets. Long lines awaited us in most attractions we wanted to try.
We settled with loads of parlor games – like who could shoot the most hoops, catch the most fish, score the biggest stuff toy, down the most number of bottles.
While most of our group shied away from Star City for fearing of being sighted in such a jologs (cheap) place, Raft3r learned one important lesson.
Jologs or not, the smile plastered on my friend’s face that night made the trip really worthwhile.