I ain’t even able to describe what I felt watchin’ that. I wanna do that so bad. I got Foust/Tracy envy. X Games made me wanna get out on the bikes with pops again soon.

Gotta email ‘bout that place few more pictures and information.

Ain’t so impressed. None the other shots were outside. Thinkin’ the search continues and I just keep my business idea and hope I find someplace else.

I’m goin’ apartment/house huntin’ today and tonight I’m teachin’ Heidi all ‘bout X Games. She hit the four week mark today. She ain’t quite a month old but damn close.

Time to part ways, old friend.

I just gotta call back from a buddy I used to work with who was always sayin’ if I ever was lookin’a give up the beast for good money he would take it off my hands. He’s bringin’ over a money order for 30 large. That’s cash that’s gonna help down the road.

Went over to my pops’ with AnnaBeth. Had Heidi and Boba in tow. It was old generation meets new all ‘round. ‘Cept pops saw Heidi the other day but he ain’t seen her when she got a name so it kinda counts.

I gotta admit when I can’t thinka what I wanna say I say stupid shit.

I barely got any sleep last night ‘cause I couldn’t shut my head off. Called my pops ‘bout three in the mornin’ and let him know what is goin’ on. Said he was proud of me for ownin’ my responsibilities. Called work sayin’ I ain’t comin’ in today even though it was s’posed to be my last day ‘fore vacation. Just got off the phone with the little buddy fillin’ him in on the shit that went on and is goin’ on. Now I gotta call my old pal and see if he still wants my Chevelle. It’s only eight but it’s already been a hectic fuckin’ mornin’ and it ain’t gonna get better. Gotta drive to Anaheim and fuckin’ change my fuckin’ life. Gotta find a new car once I get the Chevelle sold. Gotta get a new apartment. Gotta get life insurance. A safer job probably ain’t a bad idea neither.  There’s a lot of gotta’s.

I think Boba’s diggin’ that I’m home though ‘cause he conked out asap.