"MONEY TALKS, I'M THE VENTRILOQUIST."

I found old pictures from Morongo night. Jonat went on a comeup streak while the rest of us sat back and watched, jealous up to our necks. On our venture back to Los Angeles, Cuervo's whip failed us early in the am. I'm probably not returning to the casino for a cool minute.

I was ballin.

Nightmare on Elm and HELLman streets.

Bust it baby.