OK, I have had it with ghost writing for the Mittster. So I borrowed his bike to go to the casino – what’s the big deal? He wasn’t using it and I needed to get out of the house. The last thing I need is some lunatic following me to the casino and making a scene. I have a reputation to uphold and making me cry in front of bunch of old fogies gambling isn’t cool.
Mittster is taking me back to Sedona straight away and leaving the bike in the parking lot. He won’t even let me ride it back to the house. How rude is that? Oh, well…I was getting tired of writing blogs. It’s hard and you work your fingers to the bone! Oh, yeah, there’re already bones…so sue me.
It’s been nice folks,
I’m just saying,