$50 and whatever's in the fridge. I'm dog sitting for a friend of a friend in South Philly. I was over there and stacking up gold cans by sundown. There is a case of High Life in the fridge, and I'm seeing what can be done about that.
Animal party. Two dogs and four cats. After the small dog figured out that I wasn't there to rape and destroy, we became friends. At no time were there not cute and fuzzy animals eager to crawl on me and share my interests.
Dave stopped by, and I don't think I was much of a host. I was a ghost. I was a guy drinking beer amidst animals in the home of a couple girls who I've never even met.