Man. What the deuce?
I wish I had the Crown Vic back. Every time I drive that forsaken Mustang to pick someone up on campus, all the ladies heads roll. Plus like, every jerkoff in a crapped up Alero or some tricked out Civic wants to put down on the gas next to me at the stoplight.
I wish I had stuck to my original plan of riding a bike everywhere. It would fit my nature.
Yeah, I saw Jon Brande today, much to my surprise. He's still in his first few weeks of retirement, and he's looking good. I wish I had retired again for a little while instead of going right back to Chick Fila. December was good, it gave me a chance to hippie it out and grow my stubble out for a couple weeks-I desperately need a similar opportunity again.
Or at least, a year or two to write my book.
Anyway. Dang, does it feel weird to be back here? Yer dern right. Add to it that I haven't seen a whole lot of people since I hit the ground running, working every day this week. But chances are, if you are missing me, you can find me at Chick Fila being too witty for customer satisfaction.
Oh yes, I am still missing some folks, so you better hurry in my general shout-out direction.
Plus if you act now you can still see me hobble around on a quasi-gimp leg.

I'm out,
Tomorrow,
All sides reunite,
My crew rolls deep on the legendary level.

Nate