go time

today's the day

the day where the bastard drinks all the coffee

does all the work

and maybe jumps through a plate glass window or two.

but either way, it's got to get done.

the prince of sales just came by to tell me that selling bullets seven times a year just made it's numbers.

we were 10's of thousands down last week

now we're in the black

that's the biz for you.

in the shitter last week and we live like kings this week.

i love this job.

it keeps the bastard off the streets. coffee's calling.

it's go time.

—the bastard