20:00 hrs
28 Oct 15
There's but one sleep left.
The truck is packed with all of the gear. Food, lodgings, clothing and extraneous stuff. But all very necessary shit. Batteries for radios and mantles for the lantern. Water. There's a definite need. As is that blessed roll of white gold.
And I'm off. Off my nut some would say. Tomorrow at O-Dark 30 I'll be heading for Duke Point. Returning on Sunday. Three dark rainy fun filled nights. On a good note I will be teamed up with the Big Swede and Youngblood once again. A sweet deal for sure. No Whiners, please and thank you.
For this evenings repast my Better Half and I, along with Loin Fruit #2 went to Fluid. Nice place. Easy menu. The meals at our table included a shared bruschetta, a jersey chicken wrap, a seafood pasta bowl and a flat iron steak sandwich (rare). If you know us you should be able to figure out who ate what.
When we pulled into the parking at Fluid the first thing spotted was the giant penis on wheels. Some moron, with more money than God and no common sense, jacked his half ton pick me up truck and then out fitted it with wheels that belong on C-130 Hercules. Loin Fruit #2 quickly pointed out that the owner is quite obviously compensating for a miniscule portion of his anatomy. I know that somewhere in the Highway Traffic Act there is a law that pertains to modifying the height of a vehicle beyond its stock configuration as it could affect it's road worthiness. But, do the police do anything about it when these Dickheads drive by? Hell no. They would rather allow these low brow drivers continue to indimidate the motoring public than enforce the rule of law.
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