The weather was perfect again today. I tried to mow but the sumbitch of a lawnmower didn't want to start. It is officially a piece of shit. We had a short ceremony. It thanked the pitiless Tennessee weather, the countless walnuts it has crunched, and my callous caretaking. I was touched.
I almost had to resort to using the redneck trinity on it. I don't know why but it always seems to take three rednecks to fix a lawnmower. One has to be on all-fours, one has to be crouching, and the other has to be standing shirtless and deep in thought. In the end I just used my powerful cussing to start it.
This Boston mob movie is a pain in the ass. I'm trying to juggle three parallel story lines and it gives me a headache sometimes. I've just gotta put equal time and effort into all the characters. The main villain is my favorite though. He's a hired killer and I used my older brother as inspiration.
I've thought back on all of our experiences and I honestly can't remember a time when he was scared. He's the most fearless person I've ever known. I've never seen him get rattled. I've never seen him back down from anything. I've never seen him express a human emotion. Just kidding. He can be a great guy. But he can also be ice cold and mean as hell. That's what makes it so strange when he is nice.
It's like an antelope drinking at a river when a huge crocodile explodes out of the water. The antelope shits his britches and the croc gives him a wristwatch. Gee thanks. Quartz? That's nice. Waterproof up to 150 meters? Yeah. It'd have to be, wouldn't it.
I've got to go finish a homemade Christmas card to my aunt. It's gonna be of my little brother and I showering together...to save water. She's a big psycho so I'm sending her a Christmas card in May.
I almost had to resort to using the redneck trinity on it. I don't know why but it always seems to take three rednecks to fix a lawnmower. One has to be on all-fours, one has to be crouching, and the other has to be standing shirtless and deep in thought. In the end I just used my powerful cussing to start it.
This Boston mob movie is a pain in the ass. I'm trying to juggle three parallel story lines and it gives me a headache sometimes. I've just gotta put equal time and effort into all the characters. The main villain is my favorite though. He's a hired killer and I used my older brother as inspiration.
I've thought back on all of our experiences and I honestly can't remember a time when he was scared. He's the most fearless person I've ever known. I've never seen him get rattled. I've never seen him back down from anything. I've never seen him express a human emotion. Just kidding. He can be a great guy. But he can also be ice cold and mean as hell. That's what makes it so strange when he is nice.
It's like an antelope drinking at a river when a huge crocodile explodes out of the water. The antelope shits his britches and the croc gives him a wristwatch. Gee thanks. Quartz? That's nice. Waterproof up to 150 meters? Yeah. It'd have to be, wouldn't it.
I've got to go finish a homemade Christmas card to my aunt. It's gonna be of my little brother and I showering together...to save water. She's a big psycho so I'm sending her a Christmas card in May.