So yesterday after shootin' hoops with True Pleasure, we went to get some Fish n' Chips at Ivar's. I was scouting ahead on Jeff for parking. When something caught my eye. A cell phone? WOAH JOSH! STOP!! Homey almost ran it over. It WAS a cell phone. And a camera. And a e-mail thingy. It was a Trio!! Pretty freakin' fancy dancy I ain't wearin' no pantsy. Being the good citizen I am, I wanted to check it for any pornographic pictures or famous peoples numbers. It became evident that neither of those were present. So I tried to figure out who it belonged to. Way too many names n' stuff. So we decided to dial a random home number. No answer. I leave a message. No callback. So all day today, this thing is buzzin' in front of my pan...err..on my desk at work. I can't answer it because now I'm locked out've it. Then I get home and it buzzes all hardcore. Mmm...I mean, so I try to answer it. I can't. But I DO see a number!! Some Japanese (easy Kyle) name. I think it's a dude (settle, Kyle!). So I quickly write it down, and call the dude. I'm pretty sure it's a dude still. Anyway, I'm meeting homey by the ferry docks in the morning. He's gonna be wearing a trench coat. This could end badly. Anyway, Simon decided to call some of his beetches. I can't leave anything lying around here.