I managed to get my can out without trans-adjacent Satan shooting me.

My probability of continuing to post on 4um again went way up.

I'll let you know when I get the thing back inside the wire. Hey, Ft. Wayne is a dem city with a black lesbian appointed (not elected) mayor.

There's a good reason why Doc sneaks in here via Uber or whatever, that guy behind me is nuts.

I don't want Kim getting caught in the crossfire. Wouldn't want her non-descript white Asian basic transportation conveyance getting holes in it (or Kim) here.

I'm pretty safe, make-believe Satan has more cameras on his joint than the White House. When he's put through the wood chipper, there will be no record.

After Beirut, not much scares me anymore...

Kimmy's got me hooked on vodka. Jim Lodwick got me dialed into an inexpensive US vodka a third of the cost of Stoli, It's called Burnett's. It's in a clear plastic bottle that is almost invisible on the shelf.

They can keep that mistake rolling right up until I die. I put it in a 750 Stoli bottle on my counter, Kim knows what I'm doing, but I think she likes that I at least try not to be a dirtbag with only two pairs of pants.

I talked to Chris briefly today, he tried to console me about how crappy that white roof looks on my shop. He was in charge of the program, It's fine, it will match the 'white' arcatectural (spell check is flummoxed, thick three-layer) shingles on my house roof soon  enough with dirt.

Me and the kiddo have been through hell and back in the last 32+ years. I've earned the right to beat him like a red headed step-child.

He's a good man, he's taking care of what I can't anymore, but I'll beat him like a rented mule, nonetheless.