I drank too much, caught up with old friends, got offered a job, terrorized the town with my V8 car, and tried to marry the bar tender. (she's hot!) Anyway... Here I am. I supose I better put up the car for the winter tomarow. No way in hell will it ever see salt. Ain't looking forward to driving the Jeep again. Another winter in this frozen hell. My own personal Stalingrad. But on the lite side. A buddy of mine's dad offered me a job at his shop tonight. It's a little diffrent. Shop hours are from 5pm to 12am. Wich is freakin' briliant! Everyone else closes at 5pm. So I can work for my dad till 5pm like I always do, then go make some scratch at this shop, I'm up till at least 1am anyway so... It keeps me off the streets.