Those mornings

you know- when you wake up, having dreampt of strangling those seven assholes with your bare hands- you know what I mean.

You think, with some relief, “oh, it was just a dream. I don’t have to spend the next thirty years on the lam” but it’s bittersweet, because those seven assholes are still alive.

Do you have any scars,

tattoos or other distinguishing marks and/or characteristics?

Some time ago I filled out a form that asked me that question, and I’m damned if I can remember what it was, but it sticks in my head that it was an old form 4473. Anyone remember if a 73 ever asked that question?

Well, it was bad enough

that it was miserable hot today, but after breakfast I ended up helping a friend get her car back on the road (it lost the belt for the alternator and water pump, and GOD BLESS HER, SHE STOPPED THE CAR AND PARKED IT so there was NO long term damage. it was bloody hot, though, and at the edn of it all, I was pleased to get in out of the sun. Then, when the sun went down I fired up the tank and blued. Just got done putting all the crap away. Never a dull one. Thought I was dead when I hit the rack last night, tonight is gonna be even better.

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