I'm leaving the old intro here, but adding this- it appears the doves have taken over my blog for their fiction. Just as well, I was doing a piss poor job of updating. They're doing much better.

This blog is infrequently updated, full of incorrect spellings, misused words, and general bad grammar. It started when I was trying to use google+ (which I've since given up on) and discovered there was no character limit for posts. If you've known me a long time, a lot of these stories will be old hat. If you plan to know me for a long time, you'll no doubt hear many of them in person. But, folks seemed to enjoy them, so here they are.

Sunday, November 18, 2012

the fifty fourth story

Leaving the show today, I put 10.01 gallons in a ten gallon tank. For some bizarre reason, I'm really proud of that. I'm also REALLY glad I pulled off the highway for gas when I did. There was another dude pumping gas. I went over to him, showed him the receipt, told him I had a ten gallon tank, and we high fived like we were in a movie. Then I drove off into the (long passed) sunset
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