SO ANYWAY, I’ve spent my life pretty much not worrying about money. Welp, it turns out that’s a bad business model. In an effort to address this gap in my portfolio, with an eye toward acceleration at my advancing age, I keep goading a friend of mine to buy an urban parking garage with me. I’m sure it’s a dirty business, but whatever. Just pay Johnny-Tight-Lips the protection. It’s a parking garage, right? Where people actually pay money for the air above two yellow lines. If there’s a way to lose, I’m still trying to find it. No matter how it splits out.

Xanguh, huh? Maybe yes maybe no…maybe rain, maybe snow.

Oh. And SEX.

SRSLY.