20 Bucks of Disappointment

For a few weeks now, I've been looking forward to seeing my first snazzy new $20 bill. Tonight was the night the putridly pastel Mr. Jackson found his way into my eager fingers.

After a couple months of playing with Pounds, Canadian Dollars and Euros, I only have two words: Sha Riek.

Maybe when Matty's done fixing Gawker, he can help out the artistes at the Treasury.

I want my money back.