Dang me! They oughta take a rope and hang me.

Well, dear readers, it’s finally happened: I became a victim of this vocation.

Remember Paul? “Friend-sex” Paul? The one who got a job, supposedly, at Carrefour and wouldn’t take money from me when I offered? Well, last night he buzzes my door, comes up, explains why he didn’t show up a week ago (I forgot to tell y’all that) but that he . . .

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