I know…you’re all like, “Where the FUCK is my daily inspiration? His car takes a shit and he makes us suffer for it. What a selfish bastard!”
Well, the upshot of things (for me, anyway) is that I was able to get all of my shit…except my car. I’ll find out how much that’s going to set me back tommorrow.
During my evening workshift, I’m gonna write up the column (as promised), answering all of your questions, so chill.
I’d like to sit here and wax poetic some more, but I have to be in a Journalism class I already took in like 10 minutes.
Holla at ya boy…and make him feel good.