slobs of the kitchen sea.

weekend again.

the quest for excitement is inevitable. i moan and drone for eight hours a day five days a week, rarely making out of idle let alone first gear. ah, the life cycles of the growing old and bored. i can only pray for the type of abandonment of morals and virtues capable of making my mother proud.

*note to self - take more photographs.

time to drink some money down the drain.

i miss some people people sometimes.

truck is fixed eleven hundred dollars later.