And we get there, we're running a little late, I said I want to get there first thing in the morning, we couldn't pull it off.

We go in there, it's like, it's almost like this scene from trading places at Duke and Duke the trading floor from when they were

Mr. Beeks was a

Involved in champering with the frozen

Concentrate Orange Juice Report.

It was like a commodities floor. It was fucking crazy. All these people are running around.

And I said my wife, you know what this is like?

She's like, it kind of looks like an exchange, you know, like Chicago Commodity Exchange.

I said, yeah, the DMV is the fucking, it's the stock market for poor people.

There's nobody in a $5,000 suit marching around the DMV.

All there was one guy with about five grand on him,

who got into a TIF with some of the,

they helped there, so to speak.

Dylan's got a song,

Desolation Row comes to mind.

This one cat, he owed like $2,200.

The postcards of the hanging.

$2,200 is got a fine, and he showed up with the cash.

Like, we can't take your cash.

And the lady's like, it's not a not a fine sir it's a civil penalties.

Guys like what the fuck are you talking about it's a fine?

And I said that cat just announced that he's a couple grand on him. He's not going to get out of here alive

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