So, my boss is a flake (I hope). Drive (Ok Matt did- my boss's son) from Paso to San Luis (half an hour). Boss was no where to be seen and not answering his phone. Hung out for half an hour or so and took off. Back to Paso. Matt decides we should just finish painting his house so I can still work. Halfway back to his house he comes to the conclusion that we should go up the coast to get some of his shit at his buddies cabin and asks me if I want to go along. Soon there are beers in a cooler in the cab of his truck. A 12 pack of beer and a pack of smokes later I have seen some of the most beautiful, out in the middle of no where shit that'd blow your mind. That and I have scratches all over my right leg from Matt's chihuahua. Want more details? Ask me.
The only thing that sucks is that noone has any clue wtf happened to my boss/Matt's Dad. Still haven't heard shit.
Here's what I was seeing and feeling most of the time:
The only thing that sucks is that noone has any clue wtf happened to my boss/Matt's Dad. Still haven't heard shit.
Here's what I was seeing and feeling most of the time:
xxnecroxx:
Uh oh i hope youre boss is okay...and i hope youre chihuaha wounds heal thoroughly...i dont want it to ruin you, you're my high class whore..i make lots of money off of you......