My mate Dave's always been the kind of bloke that gets stressed over everything, but lately he doesn't seem like he's got a care in the world. "Why are you so laid back all of a sudden?" I asked him. "I've hired a professional to worry about all my problems for me," he replied. "Only costs me a grand a week." "A grand a week? How the hell are you going to afford that?" I asked. "Fuck knows. That's his problem."
