Cash Only

Always yield at a pimp walk. The man holds the keys, and more importantly he has the code to the cash register. Closed mouths don't get fed on the boulevard and a locked register takes no payment.

F*ck it, I'll just put the money on the nightstand and let's get this show on the road. Rule 1, no kissing. For those who say there is no sex without kissing hasn't had the pleasure meeting [redacted], (“sweet and petite”; her tagline, not mine).

Here we go again, another day older and a couple hundred bucks deeper in debt. What goes around comes around. That applies to money too, right? God, let's hope so; if not, these godless creditors will have a chance to catch up.

They already possess more personal information about my comings and goings than any mere mortal should be entrusted with. SAVAGES! All of them! An arm and a leg will be the least of my concerns if this gets out.

So, keep it moving at all costs; and, my god man!, don't forget to look both ways before crossing over!