I used to have a nice red coat that my mother bought me for Christmas. I'm sure that she will be happy to hear her son drunkenly misplaced the garment at a strip club in Winston-Salem. The son also cut his finger opening a corona in a moving automobile, and busted his knee drunkenly stepping over a curb. Thanks for signing the checks mom, I'm really running with this higher education, mature adult theme. Kickass. I had never seen a stripper fall down on stage until my trip to winston. It wasn't that cool.
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