Yesterday I stuck a thousand bucks in twenties in my wallet just to make me feel good, then I had a hell of a time getting my debit card out to buy some booze, because it was so tight.

If anyone tries to lighten that load, my sexy little shotgun is a hair trigger away from creating a very large hole.

My ultimate goal is to be euthanized and composted.

Fed my ducks again today: More Feeding.

Killing time, until I die. Spinning my wheels before they lock up. Might as well eat a pulled pork grilled cheese sandwich at the new Hinie's north of town, in the meantime.

It wasn't quite what I was expecting, tasty, but very light on the meat and cheese. Not substansive enough for $12. I left a comment on their FB page about it, and they said it was a new person on the flat top. Issue solved, I'll be back.