New Jersey is the tipping capital of the United States (and I’m not talking about cow-tipping, for all my Midwestern friends). Forget about moving into a new house – every person that sets foot on your front porch will expect some green hands when the job is done, even if it isn’t to your liking.

“Yo… I came here… gimme money. I didn’t have to fuckin’ show up, ya know.”

I felt so proud when Mr. N/A would offer up big tips. He never forgot, and he was very generous. I thought he was kind and thoughtful to do that, but I didn’t understand at the time that it’s all part of the game here – the insurance policy to guarantee future indebtedness. He never forgot that part, either.

Fucking Godfather Syndrome…

(I must be ovulating; testosterone levels are up. I’d grab my balls if I had some.)