One day, you lose your wallet, and it is found by a mob boss, who figures out that you aren’t in such a good place financially, and takes pity on you. So they start anonymously sending cash, clothes, and furniture to you in the mail, eventually, the mob boss sends you a letter to stating that they bought you a house, and it lists an adress. What do you do?
In this economy? Thank them politely, pledge your loyalty, and join the mob.
And if nobody ever hears from me again, we’ll be okay. And if nobody ever knows where I am, I won’t mind, ‘cause I’ll know where I am… and that’s the most important thing.
If these poets had tinder
♪ Walking in Memphis, but do I really feel the way I feel? ♪