so I finally put up the deuces, and for good reason too.

The idea that I was being played was apparent, but I didn't mind as long as it wasn't staring me in the face. Last Tuesday it spit in my face and I was left with no choice. Really I should have drawn this conclusion in the beginning. too bad because that ass is seriously tax deductible. I mean that in the nicest sense.

what was nice as well was the back up that I got from everyone.

But worry not, you think I don't have a back up plan? pfff... I don't really. But you know me, perpetually on the prowl.

1 Spine | Ruptured