The next day I walked into Starbucks with a giant monkey on my back. Man, was I tired. I guess me and Whitney must have made a baby on that island. The good thing about is I was at the right place to pick me up. Normally I would have ordered a shot of espresso to go with my coffee, but on that day, I asked the cute cashier behind the counter to make it four. She sure had a nice a*s or was I still thinking about Whitney Houston? Thirty minutes had passed and I was getting impatient. I should have known that someone had probably hacked my computer and lured my dumb a*s there as a joke. The crazy X-Man had fallen for another otherworldly scam. I reached for my leather jacket and skull cap so I could get the hell out of there. Right before I got up the cute cashier slipped me a piece of paper.
