Panic. It crept up my spine like first rising vibes of an acid frenzy. There I was. Alone in Las Vegas, completely twisted on drugs, no cash, no story for the magazine, and on top of everything else, a gigantic god damned hotel bill to deal with.
OK Nick, you see that over there? That's what used to be of our playoff chances.
My name is Mark Sanchez. I am here to screw you over.