Bout three months ago I was all bottled up at a bar with a bunch of beers and a few shots of Jamo. I bet some kid in the bar Geno Smith would go with the first pick in the draft. I just saw the guy last week and he said..."yo, you're gonna owe me a c-note in April." I gave him the hundred bucks on the spot and said..."in case I don't see you." Dammit, I gots to stop drinkin.
