Like I Got the Time

So Jessie did a good enough job of making me feel sufficiently guilty for not posting in a while, and I really want to be here for you when you want the Marty update, but that's also something that Jessie has been good at doing. She's beating me to the punch on everything! But still....

~ So the first item of business isn't the business of Guitar Center, the crazy weather, the ineptitude of Minnesota sport teams, or some random Hank and Wally story, but this....

SIX DAYS!

Probably the hardest thing I've done. I left what seemed like some of my best friends, my greatest comforts and the ones I could always run to when life got too stressful. The problem with these ASSHOLES is that they are trying to murder me. Literally. They make me feel soooo good and whisper these sweet nothings in my ear (lungs) that everything is OK, but in fact they really want to kill me. Bad.

So goodbye to the Camel Special Lights and the occasional Parliament buy two get one free, it's time to part ways. I can't say I won't miss you, but honestly it's the whole thing where I'm paying you my hard earned money to give me cancer and emphysema. So basically...ummm... Fuck off....

~ Speaking of hard earned money work has been crazy. I love it though. Bigger store, bigger business and it's home. Now that the 70 hour work weeks are starting to dwindle down to more like 50 it's giving me a little more energy. Well, apart from the last two days when I've been pretty sick, but once again...I blame those old friends of mine. Now the routine starts and I get this store rockin' so next year when we actually matter, we fire on all cylinders.

And I go back to Cali in a week and a half. Suckers.