Ethan Gibson Jr. sat in the back of his limo smoking a joint.
His cell phone rang to the tune of some noisey new Hip Hop artist, one he probably hobknobbed with the other evening.

Ethan Jr. hated asking daddy for money. Hated waiting around for daddy to either retire,or have his first heart attack.
“Hey buddy wassup?,” Ethan Jr. said into his cell in his best coolboy voice, “Dude no way, she said that about me? Who was she with? No way, the Dude from that TV show with all the lost island people? He is so hot.. no way. He wants to meet me? No way..I owe her big time. Thanks for calling me bro.”

Ethan was on cloud nine. He finished his joint and called his sister.
“Mel, it’s me Eeth. Guess who wants to meet me? How did you know? O, yeah of course she would call you, well what do you think? I know he’s the hottest guy on TV. Yeah. Mmhmm. I will. O, you’ll be the first person I call after our date,” he giggled like a grade schooler.

Ethan wondered what his father would say when he found out.