Eighteen days, bitches!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


Ma's beau and buddy are en route to the mountains with furniture (that table included) that had never moved during my lifetime.

Fred's getting more shit from the barn. Gone. Ass.

My boss came, got some books and paintings (including the one behind me). He's a good soldier, that old sonofabitch. I'll miss him.

Even though I has the least crap, I still needs a truck. I needs my damned skate allready. I needs the fools to come take some junk off of my proverbial hands, else I's moving a lot of crap.