“I get money; money I get; AKA I ain’t buyin you shit!” I heard on the remix to Money In The Bank. I laughed so hard. That’s some cold shit right there, I thought. Funny, but cold. Why do I really care if they get money though, I pondered. How much of that money do I see? Not a damn red cent, I concurred. So you can go to hell, all of you. Every last person bragging about having money, burn, with your money. I go outside to walk my dog; it’s about time to anyways. Then I get to thinking, I need extra money myself, how can I get some? I could get another job, but what? Then I see her. Lost, wandering about, helpless. Easy prey. 50 cent did make that song about robbing and stealing… I walk up to her and ask her if she’s lost. She needs to find Esther Street and Main Avenue. I direct her and move along. Now, how am I gonna get that extra money….