I wanted to be Keifer

One of my cute friend was feeling down, so I wanted to bring spirit up. I wanted to bring her a gift. Gifts consist of ripped magazine insert perfume sample,( I’m hood like that.) and earring. When I went there, there was Keifer Sutherland. No,It was not at random apartment in ktown, it was at this posh bar. My girls( except P. she never seems to care that much bout that kind of things. She’s just always calm. ) were all excited. It was not my ripped Bulgari perfume paper I rubbed all over her stomach that made her happy. It was Keifer who made her night. I was sitting there with a smile as I prayed for her hapiness. But…man…I’m glad I didn’t go all the way by dressing up like her rich uncle with trench coat and mustache.  Thank god. It must be good to be Jack Bauer. Not because he can get many girls within  24 hours. It’s because what he can do with his fame. He  made my friend happy. Just being him. I want to do that. Call me Jack from now on.