And all the idiots are out. You can't move a mile in this town without running into some kind of moron in a souped up Honda, or on a crotch rocket. It's like all the toothless rednecks traded their beat up 84 IROC-Z Camaro for a Honda Civic with a 3 inch exhaust this winter. I'll stick with the pickup, thankyaverymuch. It may be a pig, but I won't die in the damned thing unless I get hit by a train.
As for life, it's slow right now, but the days ahead seem to be filling up pretty quick: Lawn care season starts soon, Easter is this weekend, and before long, it'll be graduation party time. Little brother graduates this year, and I'm sure I'll have a crap-load of stuff to do. Tis the season, eh?
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