I got my big inning with a quality woman in Brentwood, just like Tony, but in typical fashion I fucked it up. It happened like this. I sold my wedding ring for 30 bucks, then I went to Cole’s, where Jimmy D and I used to hang out. That’s where I met Papageorgopoulou, Giorgio Papageorgopoulou. “Call me George,” he said. We were having a beer at the bar. I was watching my money because I wanted to be able to order a decent meal and not worry when it came paying the bill. I wanted to feel like a... Sign in to see full entry.