Well, that’s one approach.
Another would be to hock your ’65 Les Paul Firebird for way below market value, then — when that $500 runs out — start hanging out in bus station bathrooms giving handjobs to closeted businessmen for $15 a throw.
From what I’ve heard, I mean.
Dude, that is So cool. Just happened to me not too long ago. I was in France and I was JONESIN’, y’know, so I’m all like, get in here, bitch! And I said to the pigs, like, gimmee dope or the old bitch dies and they’re like, ok.
So, I’m home and shit. Gimmee a call, man.