I stroll into the griffin past the former nfl defensive back newly minted into the degenerate life that has been my thing for my adult life ,we give each other that look and I take a puff
on my Turkish smoke as ash falls on my Gucci scarf that covers my Italian track suit that I bought out of a trunk in naked city after I made love with a over weight lady
I sit next to the fire and feel the warmth that the degenerate life never really provided I hear hog 5 on jukebox as I leer at some broad telling a bad joke to a bunch of soft in cells they look at me with my sky high pompadour held up by a bar of soap as I give them the look they retreat from eye contact desipite the 25 year gap I think p@£%@ssy.
My banker rolls in a elderly criminal with gold and cashmere and subtle mental illness grabs my hand then a bear hug designed to feel a wire I think that's old school and smile as he thinks I'm happy to see him.
He looks me in eye im facing a 20 year bit and we need to talk big hitter his gold windowed teeth and crazy blue eyes seems to blend with the fire as disturbed and offed up I am close to insolvent I lean in knowing there's a deal to whip out my debt

if this get moved im done ,govern yourself appropriately mods

OK.