It's a warm Bali night. Four guys. We're playing poker, drinking, smoking.
But there's a girl here. And she's all over Billy. She's hot, drunk, and on a cocktail of pills.
But then he goes to the bathroom.
And the girl moves on to Mike, his best friend, sitting right there. And she's all over him now.
Billy returns from the bathroom and sits back down—confused.
As the delirious girl continues to fondle Mike, the guy next to me
turns to me and asks,
"So, who has the right of way?"