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I have a MTV story myself. nothing like that but here goes: So it was my fourth day working as a bell boy at this fairly nice hotel in breckenridge. I'm taking someone's luggage up to their room while they park their car in the garage (I offered, but appartently they didn't wanna tip me too much). Anyway, so i enter the elevator and there is this straight up jewish guy. He look at me and says "Hey I have a question to ask you." he pauses, "hold on let the doors shut". The doors shut. "Hey you wouldn't know where to get any weed would you? I from New York and I just need to relax on my vacation". I reply, "It's my 4th day, I'm not sure if I'm allowed to do that man. I would love to hook you up, there is plenty of great weed around here, but I don't want to loose my job." He assures me that everything will be legit and says to bring it by his room. So, I decide to take the offer up and hook this guy up, he seems chill. I finish dealing with whatever calls I had at the moment (we worked through nextels. greatest job ever, i could be smoking a bowl and say i was busy). So, I roll up to his room with an 8th, I'm a little sketched out. He opens the door, invites me in. Asks if i have a lighter and papers, nope i don't. he asks me if i'd get them for him (i am thew hotel shuttle driver as well). i tell him for sure, it's the least i can do to accommodate the guest. so i roll back to his room, lighter and papers. He invites me to smoke a joint. Of course I endulge. He asks how much the weed costs, I tell him it's $50 an 8th and to not believe anyone who asks for higher. He hands me $80. I offer change. He insists on me keeping it. So we get to talking. Turns out he is a big wig over at MTV and produces plenty of shows for them. His crew is over in cancoon shooting spring break for the moment and he is off enjoy his own vacation. He tells me about some funny skits that never ared on "Boiling Points" because I mentioned I liked that show. Shot the shit for a good 45 min to an hour. So we end the session as it's my turn to start working again (the other bell man wanted to kick it). He writes his number down and tells me if I ever want a job with MTV I should give him a shout, "I'll be sure to set you up nice". The remained of that week, the guy was my best friend. He was constantly asking for bags and chipping me more loot than necessary. Roughly a month later I stumbled upon the peice of paper with his number on it. Thought about it and tossed it. What are the chances I'd ever live in New York and this guy would really give me a job. Chill guy though.