Soul Brotha Numba One

Say hi to George, the walking epitome of old school. Back in HS I used to cut classes and good old George would come pick me up and give me a ride to the gambling spot where I'd get my gamble on with him and all the other old Japanese gardeners who were done working for the day. He's the usual host of the local gardeners game that still goes down after all these years the difference being that the game ends at 11 pm instead of the 4 or 5 am that it used to with most of the participants on the other side of 70. After one particularly lucractive day for me playing $5 a hand BJ good old George introduced me to the local Asian "massage" spot. But that's a story for another time.