Original Gangster *
My friends, I'm not your everyday type prankster. Sure, ten years ago, I used to listen to rappers flow, but since then I sat back, thought up a new track, and set the dial on the guide to whack. And upon being set to the aforementioned setting of "Wack," the Crazy machine hath wrought the following social foible:
The people who employ me have decided to send me to Reno, Nevada, for a 3 day session of learning.
Yes, dear Reader, this is a shocking development, as onto two statements it layeth the burden of proof:
a) There are people who employ me
b) These people think sending me to Northern Nevada is a beneficial experiment, towing the capitalistic idiom.
So there shall be a brief respite from this here narrative until such time I return from my journeys, replete with wisdom and pregnant with the promise of tommorrow.
Cause they got my back and I got theirs too.. Fight for the streets when I'm on Oprah or Donahue.
Until then, if you have any lucky numbers, leave them: Gambling does occur in said parts.
* All photos not taken by yours truly. In fact, yours truly longs for the day when he , like Bea Arthur, could ever be considered a "handsome woman."