I never got that smoke. Daniel rolled his eyes and said "Thank God". He doesn't like the old hippy side of me, but I saw a report on Fox that said many Seniors are turning to THC for pain management. And having more fun at Bingo.

Looks like that Florida hurricane is going to send stuff our way. My truck is going to be road ready by Thursday. Who knows what the hell I'm going to do next.

Whatever it is, I can't sit around this house anymore drowning in my own bullshit. Because one day I won't be able to find air, and it's all over.

Daniel's in a lot of pain from that foot surgery. After we got back from town he grabbed a FireBall at the store and knocked himself out. When I'm on smoke and he's on that, it's quite comical really. We got back at 1030 and it's 1400 now, haven't seen him since.

He's playing taxi for me tomorrow as I leave my truck at Auto Tech for the day. I'm buying him breakfast at the square in return. Maybe I should go over and wake his ass up...