rode with the lovely Mrs yesterday and stopped for sliders and then coffee. If you're not stopping occasionally at Fire Mountain Cafe on 38th and 37th then you're missing out on a really nice Mom and Pop Hippie coffee shop. You can always balance this good ju ju with a stop at Hard Times where evil little shits make you feel privileged to have them wait on you and spend hours on end looking for deeper meaning in that devil music they listen to.
Applied for unemployment this morning online and can't wait for the money to start rolling in. I'm networking and looking for a job as we speak.
A appearance in West Richfield to take in that particular melodrama may be in order this morning.
In honor of the bi-polar mf who writes the Kenwood Racing blog...white sand beaches lingering on my Creamora staring squarely into the teeth of my Rice Krispy I spy a long lean lovely wandering aimlessly through a West Bank flophouse...