John Paul

I once went through my mom's purse. Yeah. I can't look at her anymore. Picture this — a girl leaves her purse behind, and two guys decide to play detective. Okay. Stand back. I'm going in. They dig through every pocket like it's a treasure hunt. (CLEARS THROAT) Okay. No wallet. No ID. No wallet, no ID, nothing that screams "this is who I am." Well,