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Last night I show up to work and decide to head into the gyro shop to talk to the owner Tommy for a few minutes. Upon walking in Mikey the famous Hawthorne Blvd Godfather of Soul (he wears headphones and sings at the top of his lungs into a fake microphone for change) looks at me. The fire behind his eyes was wild, I could sense that something was up.

"Icebox. I got Playboy."
"No shit? Lemme see that mother fucker then Mikey"

Mikey goes to his backpack and pulls out a magazine. When a man says he has a Playboy you're thinking about softcore porno. Women in highly produce photoshoots, maybe one or two full on vag shots in the whole thing. Well that sure as shit isn't what Mikey pulls out. He produces from his backpack one of the most hardcore porno mags I've ever seen. That shit is saying a lot too, trust me. It was titled Raw Sex for fucks sake.

Then he pulls out all these Hustler trading cards and starts telling me how he's going to sell them to someone to make some money. He says he thinks he can get $2.50 for them. That's a mighty damn fine price for this kind of porno.


An hour later he was back in front of the gyro shop singing his ass off. Here he is throwing up the horns to me because not only does he love porno, but he loves the devil too.