It's official!

My boss handed me an envelope with several hundred-dollar bills in it. I took them out and smelled them and gave them back. I can wait five days for money to get into the company account, better that than get jumped on the way home, as I'm destined to be with so many hundred-dollar bills in my backpack.

My hands still smell like cash.

By the way, if anybody out there needs some cocaine, I'm your man.