how low can you go? this is the new low i've reached. jimmy's came back from europe tonight so i had to go rendezvous in irvine to grab him. i had no gas in my car. i had no money. so in effort to be a good responsible friend, i hunted for money. in the couches, in the little change piles all over the house, in my pockets and finally in my man purses. then i went to ralph's and exchanged my little ziploc bag full of quarters and other assorted goodies for real money. whoever invented that machine is a genius. you dump crap change in and beautiful cash comes out. they're making a nice percentage but hey, who cares? i got a new twenty dollar bill and then gassed up and whipped out to bring jimmy home to his mommy. when's there's a will there's a way i say.



btw. jimmy's hair is long. like almost mullet long. it's straight nasty. what do you get when you mix FOB boy with too many months in europe? yup, jimmy.