Somewhere, probably in a seedy motel near Coatesville, Steve Jeltz takes another swig of Thunderbird, crushes out his last Marlboro Red, glances over at the random bar slut he took home, logs onto GTF via his brother's laptop he plans on pawning off in the morning to score more meth, and then he reads this thread......and shakes his head towards the floor in disgust.

"Fuck you, Zman." - Steve Jeltz
I aint lyin'...