Spaw, face it. You're an amateur at it. You can't be a total layabout and still be a semi-psychotic gear-head with a morbid NASCAR fascination, not to mention an outlandish obsession with celery-related soft pornography. You're an incurable type A caffeine addict who has already worn out 6 sets of heart valves, not to mention pistons and rings.

Seriously. Give it up. You're just too tense for the professional loitering business.