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Monday, May 9, 2016

When it rains...

The old man makes another bird house.

He called me tonight & said come over, lets drink some cold ones. I didn't want to get out, but thought, OK. What he meant was, come over & I'll watch you drink.

He did drink one & then was like, lets call it a night. He wants me to come in & watch him sleep (that isn't going to happen) He wanted to go fishing, but it is suppose to rain for three days. I don't mind getting wet, but he thinks shit melts instead of floats.

Me...I just want to smoke a cigarette & wear a hat.