Dear family,

You have talked about picking up the trailer (which is my current home) on Oct 15th. Thats 3 weeks away, and I have no idea what to do after that.

I've hurt myself, must have damaged a rib, and I get the drift of this conversation. You want to put me away, I've pushed everyone around me too far, and it's time to give it up.

I know you've been talking to Riley, and Dan, and I'm sure many others. I have reached my limit and it's time to check out. Move into a nursing home, give my income to them and let them take over my life.

I've been in the transportation business a very long time, and I've seen this play out many times. There's always the punch line, "Oh he will be so much more happier!", but nobody asks the person who's going under what he want's.

Hey, what would you do in this situation Shelby? Or you Riley or you Dan. There is no answer. We have lived our lives making trouble for people in the end, and it's time we give it up. How about a bunch of eighteen year old virgins and a couple bottles of vodka instead? Then you can just drop me off in a wilderness canyon with a shotgun, and drive off!

I know there's no good answer, I've seen it many times. So here's my answer, what the fuck, why not. You don't have to approach me with a speech and a nice place to end, I know the drill, and the wrap.

It's time for me to get out of your hair...