That explains a lot about Rogue. He's got the convict vibe.

I know what you're talking about with the snow pirates. In Ohio, I had a guy that was practically blind, could barely walk, he was like 60 years old and reeked of liquor. He would come by every day to ask if I needed my walk cleaned off.  I would give him a twenty every now and then just cause I felt like he needed a twenty and he would go out and make this little line that ou could barely fit one foot in front of the other out to my car. Every time he would try and hustle me for an additional twenty cause he felt like there was a lot of snow. He was amazing on a whole 'nuther level.

I've recently discovered the joys of Oregon rain. Yeah. I'm thrilled. In addition to my self imposed depression I am now under near constant cloud cover. (Ahem) For the past two days I have a lake covering the road that is the only way in and out of Falcon Loop. Today Rick had to come to my work and start my car for me because I got water on the distrib...blah blah blah... My car wouldn't start.

So then I got drunk last week-end and apparently had a very good time singing karaoke at the bar but unfortunately I got a little too upset with one of Marty's friends and did some inappropriate gestures and slapped him in the face a few times. It was all fun and games but still. Somebody needs to get their shit under control. *Pointing finger at self* I am not here for others entertainment. That's wassup.

So here. I wrote something. <3