I don't think you could if you wanted to

I've driven Mrs to work all winter. Minneapolis stopped plowing the sidestreets so they turned to shit in like December. There was a 3 week stretch when I was on jury duty that we took public transportation together every morning. Soon, I will be escorting her by bike again. Driving in the morning has shown how much of a rush people are in. You've always got some jerk riding your ass. People are in a rush because they don't allow enough time so that they don't have to rush. Rushing causes stress. Stress causes physical ailments. Biking to work does not create stress unless some pinhead in a car pisses you off.

Classic Movie Line #4

I really need a work from home job so I can keep up with the kids on Twitter. So, today is Wednesday? No shit? And pay day is tomorrow! I could've gone to work for two more weeks but I chose to not go and still get paid. I guess I'm not a team player.

So, where are these naughty pictures of Rachel Ray?

Mrs has been dropped off at work and we have eaten a nutritious breakfast. West Richfield hasn't sent up the distress call so I have some quiet time. I will arrive at Hiawatha Cyclery at the same time they open to pick up the clown bike which has been there a little over 2 weeks. I do not plan to look for a job today.

Finally...

In the end it was sad to pack up my shit and leave. I was summoned to City Hall about 10 o'clock and got the news from my boss, his boss and one of my buddies from the HR Department. I'm glad she was there. She sent me a card when Ma died. I told them to cut the bullshit and get to the point. I also took a phone call from Rosenberg. Honestly Hurl...

I rode my bike home and went back with the car and several trash bags for all the clothes and hats and crap and left about the same time the boys left at 3:30.

The forester has left the building. Props to my homeboy Duane who left right from City Hall and abandoned all of his personal shit. That was a bold move.

It's only sad that I won't see the boys on a daily basis. I sure won't miss the paperwork.

Smithers, I choose the gas station at 56th and Xerxes as my lunch spot.

It's only Black Monday if they don't lay me off

Today is the day Duane and I find out if we get laid off. If in the rare event I don't get laid off I'm gonna go out and spend money like there was no tomorrow. Getting laid off from the City pales in comparison to battling the depths of alcoholism.

Son, I need one place on the internet free of your virus. You have friended and de-friended one of the all-time great dogs two times and the last time you were a bit of a prick about it. Seek counselling or drink more.

That's pretty much it for now. No, you can't comment. Go somewhere else and pick apart every f-ing word someone else writes.

Love Ray

For my brothers

You know, I hope some crazy bastard stops by my grave with half-eaten donuts and cups of gas station cappuccino. I thinks Ma's social worker got her the tv and it's been in my trunk since we cleaned out Ma's stuff at the nursing home. I think I'll keep it.

Ma, You Crazy

I'd like to have a talented tattoo artist put Ma's photo on my right arm. I've got a devilish smile just like Ma's. This photo above all show what a good sport Ma was concerning her son. How about a Cat 6 t-shirt with this photo and "If Ma be for us then who be against us?"

I've ridden 451 miles this year so far in two months. Not bad for a pretty cold winter with a 3 week jury duty obligation thrown in.