So this past week has been one of the most eventful weeks in awhile and its all because of my job. It all started on sunday at my apartment in Springfield,IL ( i call it Aprt. #2). When i got trashed with my neighbor that i just met. Beers on the patio is awsome. Anyway. Monday i drove from Springfield,IL to Omaha,NE now on the way, i was just driving and then all of a sudden i see this plane. I'm like thats awful low then i crashes into a field. I was like what the fuck. It didnt burst into flames or anything but it was awsome. the fire department and police were in the field waiting for it. Im sure everyone was ok it didnt seem like there was much damage or anything. So I drove on i was going through Missori (probly spelled that wrong) and i see this big fucking sign like one you would see in vegas and it said "Home of the TOAST MASTER" i was like holy shit thats funny. well i laughed at it. Wednesday came along and my boss calles me and says "how much work do you have there in omaha". i was like "WHY?" I need you to to drive to St Louis and help my dad with some work there. So I went did my work got done early. i I didnt want to drive back to Apt #2 already. So went sight seeing. I started at the St Louis Arch which its pretty sweet . Alot bigger then i thought. That thing is 630 ft high and you can go to the top and look out over the city. Everyone should go and check it out. You can see baseball stadium the basketball stadium and most of St Louis. After i got done with that there were starting some Cinco Demio Celebtratioin in the park if front of the arch. So i had a few beers. Then i was on my way. I went to the Budwiser Brewery tried to go on the tour but i was 15 min late and they were done for the day with the tours. That sucked but im a High Life man anyway. No big deal. At least i can say i went there. After i that i started back to Apt #2 i was about half way there when an act of god happen. If you dont know me i drive over a 1000 miles a week for my job. In a E350 Box van with about 1500 lbs of shit in the back. Also a trailer with a 3500 lb Lift on it. Aall of a sudden the tire on the trailer blows out and im all over the road. The trucks is a little top heavy so im shittin my pants there was a car trying to pass me i almost hit them into the median. I was in both lanes went back and firth a couple of times then i gained control. Id like to say because of my mad driving skills but how knows maybe im lucky. i get to the sid of the road look at the damage. the tire was completely of the rimlight was busted license plate lookes like some kind of origami. The rims was all bent to shit but absoutly no rubber anywhere. I was like think god i have a spare. O wait i dont have a jack or a tire iron to actually replace the tire. i have to un hook the trailer and go to the next exit which was like 20 miles away and try to find a place to buy a jack and a tire iron in the middle fo bum fuck i think that was illioins. 35 min later i find a NAPA get the shit i need. go all the way back to the trailer change the tire and im on my merry way. I tell you what it was lik ean hour and a half from when it happen but my heart was still beating like a million times a min. I feel great like im on top of the world the only thing that keeping me down is my dog scheyann is sick and we might have to put her down. I love that dog hopefully she gets better Now thats my storyfor this week. Hope everyone gets a kick out of it. If you dont well go fuck yourself. What have you done in the last week. i could write a novel like this every week about what happen in my life. but no one actually cares probly. oh yea My birthdays on tuesday were all celebrateing it on friday when im home(Michigan Apt #1/Storage unit) for the first time in like 7 weeks. If anyone wants to join were going to start the Celebration at the BWs in Westland,MI. I'll be up there at like 7:00 or so come out have a beer or five with us.
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