I have had a wonderful day. I can lift my bike off the side stand without pain for the first time since I dropped a pan full of plates on it. Go to the store, perfect so far. Then Mr. Panhandler wants a quarter. Give him a Buck/ Friday night no problem. Give me 5 dollars, I needs some wine. No. He gets rude. My sweet mood I have had all day has gone south.
I can take it from your old ass. Really. I haven't had to show anyone my fuckin' Glock for quite a while. Be gone or be dead fool. Stupid Katrina victim, that shit don't work in Houston. It almost was a perfect day.
Any lurkers that think old people wear Levi vests because were cold better re think that.