There was talk of hush money.
I need money.
A LOT of money. Millions.
How much money are we talking, I asked.
Dude says two million. To do NOTHING. And maybe more to keep it that way.
Finally! A solid official job. Gee, dad would sure be proud of me now…
Two mil for nada. To do nothing.
Maybe just show my wiener-hood is all. (to start, anyway)
But no, here I am, stuck below deck now with you.
Still thinking the sheep can be ours.
Thank you, friend.
Y’all musta forgot.