It will help that Jimbo goes to stores and buys things when we start pricing the items at the store. I’m wearing a dead man’s underwear. These sneakers I’m wearing, a close friend confided to me, look like an older woman’s work out shoes. I’m brushing my teeth with the half filled tube the section 8 folks left behind when they packed and moved in the night. There is no sense of value here. Doesn’t every one just wait till it comes down the waste stream?
Not Jimbo. He went to the Castro and got a homosexual to cut his hair and he paid $50 dollars. Looks like he’s rich. While he’s buying salon products to sculpt his hair I’m just not washing it for a day or so and wearing a hat so it’s more controllable. I should emphasize he went out and looked for a homosexual hairstylist. Dick’s International, where I head before going home for the holidays, charges 10 dollars and they finish with a handheld vibrator massage on your shoulders. Dick may be gay, but it isn’t part of the fee. Where does the extra $40 come in across town?
There are people out there who want to pay money for things. I know that. How much they will pay amazes and embarasses me. Jimbo gets it though. Some people have disposable income and don’t need to wait for a pair of shoes that fit to be thrown away before the corns will reside.