Thursday, November 15, 2007

Do The Hustle

In Pleasantville one would think that stolen goods didn't have much of a market, but Willie proved everyone wrong. He sold all sorts of hot shit off the back of his uncle's van: bikes, ghetto blasters, answers to the algebra test, you name it. Before too long that kid was rolling in more dough than f***ing J.D. Rockefeller, and he was only ten. Maybe eleven. But it didn't matter when you were filthy stinkin' rich, huh?

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