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"When you're dealing with a store like this, they're insured up the ass. They're not supposed to give you any resistance whatsoever. If you get a customer, or an employee, who thinks he's Charles Bronson, take the butt of your gun and smash their nose in. Everybody jumps. He falls down screaming, blood squirts out of his nose, nobody says fucking shit after that. You might get some bitch talk shit to you, but give her a look like you're gonna smash her in the face next, watch her shut the fuck up. Now if it's a manager, that's a different story. Managers know better than to fuck around, so if you get one that's giving you static, he probably thinks he's a real cowboy, so you gotta break that son of a bitch in two. If you wanna know something and he won't tell you, cut off one of his fingers. The little one. Then tell him his thumb's next. After that he'll tell you if he wears ladies underwear. I'm hungry. Let's get a taco." - Mr. White (Reservoir Dogs)
I'm hungry (again). I wish I had a taco. It's effin 4:00 and the rain is coming down... just like clockwork. I feel like I'm in Orlando again. My day is significantly better after large amounts of pain killers, coffee, coffee, cafe su da (oh yes), coffee, and coffee. It helps that I have not spoken to many people today and I only got stabbed in the head with one meeting that was brief and efficient. I am planning a migration off Blogger soon, so this all may go away when I royally fuck it up. Be prepared for no more me. I received news that the Burden Brothers were playing an in-store before the San Marcos gig. This changes my plans a little bit. I am going to try to be in San Antonio the night before the show, but this will largely depend on Sean. It's good news... just requires planning. I think my bladder is the size of a pea. I may just get all the exercise I could ever need in power walking to the bathroom 1000 times each day. Maybe I can just pee in my office and conserve energy. Ideally, I would be able to open my window and pee on traffic below. That would be entertaining. Maybe not as entertaining as mindlessly clicking through personal ads to see what kind of cheese people write, but entertaining none the less. I'm also addicted to clicking through those rating sites. Some of those pictures are just priceless... worth way more than 1000 words. Hey, that's twice I used 1000 in this post... oh! THREE times! ...oh gawd I am so easily amused...