Mo' Money...

Biggie said it best.

Spent.

Who better for an antique shop, where old things go to die?...or at least get some shut-eye.

Wonder Bread

Posner's blowing up, no question. I was first introduced back in July of '09, while en route to Venice Beach for (what I thought to be) a leisurely day of surf & turf with Scotland Banks and Corey "I just became a fucking agent at Paradigm" Walker. At the moment though, my attention had gone astray; devoted instead to participating in a silent -- though very much dramatic -- long distance arguement (lame), via text messege (lamer), with a girl... *sigh* I wasn't even dating (God damn it Charlie!).

Where were you when I was...?

1) Young

2) Dumb

3) Looking in the mirror, tryin' figure out who I'm gonna be this year

Fresh Prince Of Hot Air

Pretend I'm Luke Shapiro. Or better yet, you are. 'Tis the SEASON.

The Happenings

So far this Summer (Oh 10):

One of my close buddies, ala the 'Worm' to my 'Mike McD', places 707th in the Main Event @ The Rio and walks away with $19,263. Not too bad for his $1 drunken entry fee.

My roommate, a rather large though hardly imposing Turkish man, invents the 'Self-Rolling Sleeping Bag'. Ludicrous? Hardly. North Faces bites...at $98,000 per year for the next 10 years, plus residuals. Bitch.

My little brother from college, on $200 cash + Ramen, finds a 30k per year occupation w/ benefits, within 1 month of moving to New Jack City. His babyface 22-year old ass now lives HERE. Imagine that.

MY INSPIRATION, comes with a little help from my friends.

Funny Games

What's the prob, Bob? You seem a little...HEATed.

Cute typeface though.