Wild On: Cuttino Mobley’s House

LeBron looks to his leftby Rigby

Oh, man! I made a huge score last night. HUGE! I almost feel bad for the poor sucker. Think he was a ballplayer of some such. I’ll get to my score later, but here’s something I found really tore my heartstrings; almost made me leave empty-handed. Little love note.

My Dearest Cuttino,

I ache.
You ache.
The aching.
It is endless…and ache-filled.
For the heart does yearn, and ache for more Magical Rocket-like times.
Achy breaky.
God! I wish I never had to quit you!
I ache.
You ache.

Yours always,

Yeah, it’s all smudged out then with tears and shit – whaever poor girl wrote that sure is missing this guy. Let’s see, what else did I find? Buncha jewelry…some fancy handbags…$500,000 CASH. Yep, cash!

I was just hopin’ for a nice plasma screen I saw when I scouted the place, but hell – somebody gonna be that dumb leave that kinda money around, I’m scoopin’ it up!

I’m out!