Out to Pasture
Tomorrows the big life changing day. Last day at the PD, pass through the gate to the pasture. At least I don't have to climb over the fence to get there. Not easy for a derelict in a wheelchair ya know.
Been kind of slacking last couple days as they dump my stuff on other people, kind of hard to act like I really care since I told them 2 months ago I was retiring and gave them plenty of time to transition but they wait till the last 4 days. Oh well.
Wife is working for a couple more years so on those days I'll be able to do whatever I want. (I hope).
Maybe more time to make sawdust and get stuff done around the place.
Probably take me a few weeks before I don't park in my spot and realize I don't have a key to open the gate.
That will look foolish huh?
And of course more time to harass my pals here on Kahrtalk. Should be good.
Not fond of living off the government teat but it works for them that didn't earn it so guess I shouldn't feel too guilty.
I've stocked up on Top Ramen, Hot Dogs, and best quality dog food if things get tight.
In Memory of Paul "Dietrich" Stines.
Dad: Say something nice to your cousin Shirley
Dietrich: For a fat girl you sure don't sweat much.
Cue sound of Head slap.
RIP Muggsy & TMan
"If you are a warrior legally authorized to carry a weapon and you step outside without that weapon, then you become a sheep, pretending that JOCKO will not come today."