ShagmoorLounge

May 22, 2006

It occurred to me today as I was working that it's been a while since I had to kick the living shit out of anyone for mouthing off to me. I have a wife. I have a house. I have a business. I have friends and hobbies. I have plans. So is life good? Who the fuck knows. All I know is I have enough to keep me going for a while. But then again, there could be some drunk ass redneck idiot motherfucker just waiting to run me down and end it. Fuck it.

Tomorrow night is a shindig at my doc's place. It's somebody's birthday, but I can't remember whose. It doesn't matter as long as they serve food and Hank. We got our tix for Rollins Band and X. GB got like front fucking row. It'll be ass-kicking chaos as usual.

I've got a lot of work to keep me busy for quite a while. Dickie's pretty happy with the accounts I've been throwing him. He even got himself some health insurance. How do you like them apples? Good thing, too. He ate dogfood tacos at the HoodFest and had to go to the ER. It was amusing watching him puke as he was trying to talk to Little Miss Do. She ran away from him and then said she was trying to find the medic. Right.

I'm letting my wife and Miss Ennui move into their house in about a month. That's as long as they have to get everything all straightened out. That fucking Carey chick told them where to get even more stuff for the house. They're trying to break my bank. I don't like saying no to the wife, but...

The Shadow knows 11:50 PM
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