The
other night I was out on the steps of my apartment building talking with my
(tough) (middle-aged) (biracial) neighbor who makes pizzas at a place across
the street, and he started talking a lot like he always does, and in the middle
of that he was like, “Not all money is good money.”
“That’s
a great saying,” I was like, “Did you just invent that?”.
“No,” he
was like, “It’s been around, it’s something I’ve heard all my life.”
His
girlfriend called while we were talking, too, and he stopped to talk with her
on the phone.
“Hey
boo,” he said, picking up his cell.
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