I would like to thank two hot ladies (they called themselves police officers) in their car (it said police or something like that) for the ride from San Francisco to Emeryville. I thought the handcuffs thing was a foreplay and was little disappointed the ladies did not start making out when they got in front of me. Oh well. Sorry for singing Bob Marley 'No money, no BART'. Seems like we will have to rewrite the stars...
San Francisco, seems like I am coming back soon to see your court. I will not be bringing Peter Taraba with me this time. He is just bad luck. Yes, we got divorced. It was pretty. Happy ending and all of that :)
Sincerely truly your copy phucker,
Dr. Wrinkle
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