|9.3 x 21.5 cm|
Daryl and I were in West Virginia in 1998. A man approached us. He had a business proposition. The man bought us dinner, explained everything with a ball point pen. We stood to make a lot of money if we just followed played the pyramid game. Anybody could do it.
If you don't count the painful sound spilling from the mouth of a desperate 42-year old, that's what I call a free dinner.