Christ, I always have something incriminating. Stupid laws. No stash though.
And fer chrissakes I'm an old guy, 53. Clan of the Jar-Jars but crap, 53.
Closed his throat on the first. I fucked up and palmed his nose up on the second. That's causing trouble.
like I said, no clue to who the clown was. Came right outta left field. I had just put bags of groceries in the trunk and got in the damn car.
Red's pissed cause I got some wine colored stains on a new shirt and ruined it. And after all the bullshit she sat through she says I should have
just,,,,,,,,
Well, that's a Redheads thinking, not mine.
Got to be some real bad drugs or booze floating around for this kind of shit to happen.
Leo's on the scene believed I used some kind of weapon. I was not carrying, nor did I use any weapons.
30 seconds earlier while in the trunk? Let's just say a new windshield would have been the very least of his problems.
I had a couple of Digital SLR's and Point and shoots in the car, Red's got that damn ring on her finger.
I thought I was getting jacked, or at least robbed.
No, I'm not a boxer. Was just yer good ol' fashioned 03 fer 30. A Grunt. Three Up. Four Down. Lil' Diamond in the middle.
This whole dealio got my bp up to 170 over 80. I need to relax and bake.
I'm working on being a nice guy, really, I am. That counting to ten thingy is supposed to help but it ain't. I cheat and count by 5's.
Fuck me.
