Day 616: The mother of all hijackings…

Day 616: The mother of all hijackings…

Ya…so today as in work? Did not happen. At least not how I planned it. Instead, the mother of all plumbing jobs happened 😛 That’s slightly hyperbole. It was by no means the worst it could have been. Oh, no. It could have been way waaaay worse. As it was,...
Day 615: Pipes a burstin’

Day 615: Pipes a burstin’

Yeah, THAT happened today. A call from one of my tenants saying that his was was starting to bubble water. Not good. I had to turn the water off in the building because it was in the walls as opposed to right underneath someone’s drain…ie- it was in with...
Day 614: ‘Merica, fuck yeah

Day 614: ‘Merica, fuck yeah

Happy Birthday America. The stars and stripes turned…239 today…I think. 1776, right? That’s when we signed the Declaration of Independence? Or was it 1492 when Columbus sailed the ocean blue? All those kid-facts, rattling around in our...
Day 613: A high watermark

Day 613: A high watermark

Man…I freaking *crushed* today. Crushed it. Like, imagine I was really, really huge, super large like a giant, and today was a tiny little mini marshmellow and I came over and fell on it. And it was a super warm day, too, so the mini marshmellow was already...
Day 612: Turning a corner

Day 612: Turning a corner

First off…today is July 2, 2015. My late younger brother Russell was born on July 2, 1989, and he died on September 19, 2006. He would have been 26 today, having a quarter life crises, struggling perhaps to find a job after college…it’s just very...