After Anthony and I had a victory lap graduation dinner with our families all together, my mother handed me a crisp hundred-dollar bill. I was shocked by her generosity and tucked the neatly folded greenback into my pocket, walking tall, wealthier than I’d ever been in my life. Strolling around with those two zeros in my pocket I had the power to do anything. Later that night, driving drunk on the way home after some graduation partying with the boys, I got the bright idea of how to use that pot of gold. Get a hooker!
