When I was 6 years old my family couldn't go to a normal bank. we had to go to a check cashing private business. behind the counter was a man named Brian. He had pale white skin and always wore a red collar. his nose was bulbous and he was constantly sipping a martini and getting up to hijinks with a newborn baby he was keeping around. It seems today that all you see is violence in the nations banks and short employees named Brian.

what the flip dude !