A 2fer of sorts

Sippin a coffee here, was enjoyin seeing the sunrise, with a sky as that was thinkin, what fresh hell can we expect today, wthell. He’s too quiet, got up went lookin for dog, G’damn you RATDOG!, he ran like no one’s business. Just what i need, getting after a trespasser under the flood light before Odin eats the trespasser, only to twist an ankle or worse G’damnit

Movement of just about any sort will Odin off, hearing me getting after RATDOG, set him off, I get back in, there’s no need to mention the condition of my high dollar couch I bought on sale, and not from Samford & Son

Meanwhile beyond the borders of my realm, lookin around, yeppers, I do have a file folder aptly named

Stupid fucking people

Heard tell CANNOT FIX STUPID

Before anyone says anything stupid like Chance, the medication isn’t slowing you down, maybe you should find woman, yeah well, few days back I was at the gas station waiting to pay up, this woman never seen before standing talkin like 4 minutes maybe five, she looked at me, “you are yawning, I’m I boring you”, look lady, those weren’t yawns, those were unsuccessful attemps to say something like let’s get this fucking line moving already I got stuff to do. She seemed put off

DON”T CARE