Ming Has No Enemies Except For His Friends

Loitering outside the Buono Amici Social Club, Ming gets the feeling that he waxed much too enthusiastic about Dendreon's chances when Fat Funzi(not to be confused with Little Funzi, Big Funzi or Funzi off 170th st), offers him a joy ride to "Joisy for a little boid wachin" in the marshlands. Rule one on the street is never get into someone else's car. This is patently true when Funzi's crew boss, Joey One-Eye, is seen to be ensconced in the back seat. Ming, a quick study, of course avers that he would like nothing better but must first repair to the little boy's room. That and the window to the alley beyond has allowed you, gentle reader, to be able to read this post. Since the Dendreon ducat has not yet proved to be made of Gold, but rather tarnished by Gold, anything anyone can do to get Mitch to stop playing bocce with his balls and use them to generate some spin for the stock can only help Ming square himself with Don Cheech who was purported to opine, "Imma no like", the last time Ming foolishly admitted to the share price. Meanwhile Ming remains incommunicado until interim and will be posting from an internet cafe in downtown Kabul where its safer.