OK, why the hell are people asking me about sports crap? I have nothing to do with sports, with the possible exception of entering a Super Bowl pool, and while I can pretend to be interested in football or baseball, if the sport of basketball went the way of the dinosaurs I’d be a happy camper.
Hey, it rained last night and the weatherliars are predicting more today and tomorrow. Even a blind man with a gun can hit something if he pulls the trigger often enough.
Since Friday I’ve taken the bike out everyday but one. Almost a hundred miles a day, but if I wish to reach my goal of 10,000 miles by the 24th of this month, I’m going to have to up my game a bit. I bought the bike on the 24th last year.
The 24th is also Nina’s birthday. Make sure you ship all her presents by tomorrow latest to ensure that they get here in time.
Face tattoos. Why?
I may get a haircut today.
Peace.
I am a husband, father, grandfather, friend, business owner, traveller, Harley rider, citizen, patriot, gun owner, politically eclectic person of strange personal habits. I support police, trust no politicians, and can argue any side of an argument just to amuse myself. People love me or hate me and those that are in-between don't know me.
