School today...for everybody else. I'm cutting class, and the irony of a college professor cutting class isn't lost on me. Although I guess I'm not a professor anymore...fuck, it took me years to get that job. That whirlwind/wormhole owes me some paychecks.
I need a new wardrobe. There's nothing in this kid's closet that doesn't have the name of some rapper on it. Even his fucking boxers, for Christ's sake! I mean, to each their own and all, but that's definitely not my style. Although I'll admit the colognes aren't bad, I'll keep those.
Also. I found a shoebox with a couple thousand dollars in it. I'm suddenly terrified of what I'm going to find in the wall safe this kid has. Something tells me it's not going to be a baseball card collection.