the bastard's got nothing today

we're wrapping up the october/november issue of lots and lots of bullets seven times a year.

so the office gets to exhale for a sec. i've actually had a complete absence of the devil's work these days which leads the bastard to believe he'll be eating a lot of wish sandwiches for lunch in the coming weeks.

what's a wish sandwich?

well young shiteyes, a wish sandwich is when you have two slices of bread and you wish that there was something to eat between them two slices of bread.

oh well, at least i have half a tank of gas in both the car and the honda. perhaps that'll get the bastard to the border.

—the bastard