What A Day - For My Friends
In no particular order, what a day. A guy stops by with a HK P7M13, Chantilly VA marked SEAL contract gun. So, I get mine out (oh, yes...). My bank calls me 12 times about a line of credit. I call them, tell them what is going on, and they literally hung up on me. Cool! I have been awake since Tuesday morning working on trying to buy a little tiny piece of property. Heard from the buyer and he's not including the building in the price. How about priceless? I love wasting a night's sleep over an asshole.
A friend bought an Egnater amp today, said they flat scream. Good, I have one on order if I can figure out how to pay for it. Went to my attorney and signed my wife's divorce agreement/property settlement. She gets a lot of stuff, I get some stuff. Fine with me. I just want this done. Now that I signed it, texted her and get no response as to whether she signed it on her end. Perfect.
James G at Death Valley Magazine is going to kick me right in the nuts because instead of writing an article for him, I am out here with Beam & Coke wondering why life can fuck me so hard, yet I know the answer. God wanted to be sure I am indeed the "toughest son of a bitch in the valley." Life sucks, then you die. At least I know what I am going to do on the day that I find out I am divorced. Go live. My new cutie (think Tanya Tucker) is real supportive of this old cowboy. It is incredible that I got to hook up with her. No, she ain't no 21 year old smoking hottie with big tits (I already married three of those), she is somebody to talk with. And she can flat run a gun.
Though I lost the property battle, I will survive this crap. My attorney says about another week to get this done if the lovely bride signs. If she doesn't then it is go to war time. I think she will sign it. To those of you who have stuck with me through all this shit, I can't believe you did it and you are welcome on my 109 acres anytime. For those who decided I am crazy, fuck off.
Taka, Tammy, Beth, Cinda, Brandi, Tasha, Mesha, Angie, Kerri, Diana, Karen, Amy, Courtney, Adrianne, Iris - thanks. To Adya & Dean, who just flat care (Adya does my ink). To Don who loans me a $20 bill every week so I can buy diesel and get to work and patiently listens to me bitch about life. To Bill who just could not stand seeing me without a Gibson and sold me back the Les Paul Jr that I sold him and had to watch me cry over it. To Vicki and Dale, sorry I couldn't visit with you all over all these past years, I had no life. To Matthew, Beth's guy, who keeps me grounded. To Patrick, Angie's guy, who is my trusted friend, words can't begin to describe. To Sgt Bob, who told me to get rid of the drugs despite what a doctor "says." To Bear and Glenda, who are as cool as it gets - I can't ride Harleys anymore but it doesn't matter to them, we're headed to Sturgis in August. And to my new cutie, Steph, you showed me that life can be fun and yes, you are always right. I love you.
I'm off to make another drink and ponder on why I bought so many toys over the last 20+ years that I just gave away today. I don't miss them one damn bit.
A friend bought an Egnater amp today, said they flat scream. Good, I have one on order if I can figure out how to pay for it. Went to my attorney and signed my wife's divorce agreement/property settlement. She gets a lot of stuff, I get some stuff. Fine with me. I just want this done. Now that I signed it, texted her and get no response as to whether she signed it on her end. Perfect.
James G at Death Valley Magazine is going to kick me right in the nuts because instead of writing an article for him, I am out here with Beam & Coke wondering why life can fuck me so hard, yet I know the answer. God wanted to be sure I am indeed the "toughest son of a bitch in the valley." Life sucks, then you die. At least I know what I am going to do on the day that I find out I am divorced. Go live. My new cutie (think Tanya Tucker) is real supportive of this old cowboy. It is incredible that I got to hook up with her. No, she ain't no 21 year old smoking hottie with big tits (I already married three of those), she is somebody to talk with. And she can flat run a gun.
Though I lost the property battle, I will survive this crap. My attorney says about another week to get this done if the lovely bride signs. If she doesn't then it is go to war time. I think she will sign it. To those of you who have stuck with me through all this shit, I can't believe you did it and you are welcome on my 109 acres anytime. For those who decided I am crazy, fuck off.
Taka, Tammy, Beth, Cinda, Brandi, Tasha, Mesha, Angie, Kerri, Diana, Karen, Amy, Courtney, Adrianne, Iris - thanks. To Adya & Dean, who just flat care (Adya does my ink). To Don who loans me a $20 bill every week so I can buy diesel and get to work and patiently listens to me bitch about life. To Bill who just could not stand seeing me without a Gibson and sold me back the Les Paul Jr that I sold him and had to watch me cry over it. To Vicki and Dale, sorry I couldn't visit with you all over all these past years, I had no life. To Matthew, Beth's guy, who keeps me grounded. To Patrick, Angie's guy, who is my trusted friend, words can't begin to describe. To Sgt Bob, who told me to get rid of the drugs despite what a doctor "says." To Bear and Glenda, who are as cool as it gets - I can't ride Harleys anymore but it doesn't matter to them, we're headed to Sturgis in August. And to my new cutie, Steph, you showed me that life can be fun and yes, you are always right. I love you.
I'm off to make another drink and ponder on why I bought so many toys over the last 20+ years that I just gave away today. I don't miss them one damn bit.
Life does suck but it will get better I promise Dave.
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Yeah, sometimes life does suck, but on the other hand you can still get up to make your own drink and you still have booze to make it with. It's the rough patches that make you appreciate the good times and good people
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We're here if you need us Dave!
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