The Reez' life changed in Daytona. It happened when we were walking to the club on Sunday night. We were going to an uberkewl club called 'Fuel' or 'Gas' or something like that with our new friends from Truman St.
Even though we'd been drinking since noon, it was impossible to miss the loud Christians. They had huge crosses with them, and they kept shouting out of bullhorns. According to these loud Christians, God didn't want us to drink and dance. God wanted us to think about hell and join the ranks by becoming a loud Christian.
As we passed by them, a loud Christian handed The Reez a million dollar bill. The Christian didn't say a word...just handed it over like a piece of candy on Halloween night. Right there on the street. Can you believe it? Sure it had ---"The million dollar question is- Do you want God in your life?"--- written on the back of the bill. But fuck--a million dollars? That's life changing shit.
Money is a strange thing, man. An overhyped rapper once said "Mo money, mo problems." I guess that's true because the attitude of the group changed immediately. Notice how in the above picture Chuck tried to grab at the money. Everyone wanted the mill-bill. I mean: Money=Power. Power=Tan Babes.
The Reez, normally friendly and generous, was obviously affected with his new power. I knew the money had gone to his head when I overheard his conversation with the kid who was waiting behind us in line at the nightclub.
Kid: "Hey fellas, you know how much cover is tonite?"
Reez: "I don't know. But it doesn't really matter since I have a million fucking dollars, dude."
Then he waved the Grover Cleveland in his face.
Even I, overcome with greed and rum, tried to steal from The Reez. Despite my power advantage, I was unsucessful. Notice how low The Reez got. That's essential while defending your bounty.
Daytona drama, dudes.
None the less, being a millionaire had its advantages. To think that a green piece of paper with a picture of a dead guy with a bushy moustache could create such a female frenzy. Every lady in Daytona wanted a piece of The Reez. The Truman St. girls. Girls with bad accents from Georgia Southern. Girls who were paid to look cute and pass out gum. Groin-on-groin grinding girls on the dance floor. Girls Girls Girls.
It was truly a remarkable night to be a part of. But then again so is every night that your with The Reez. He's just that type of guy.
Part 2 coming soon.