My dear friend is finishing her third round of cancer treatment, and plans to celebrate in Las Vegas. She's had a tough road for someone still in her twenties - cancer is a goddamn treacherous thing.
So: who calls me, in perfect serendipity? My sub boy in Vegas. He's now standing ready to secure a room for her and her mother whenever they decide to go, so they may celebrate their hard-won victory.
That, my friends, is what I call using influence for good.
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