Monday, November 03, 2008
what fresh hell... pt1
the bastard has come to the conclusion that his gps has it in for him.
the boy's house is at the very bottom of three years worth of construction on i10 in Tucson but the gps takes me east of that onramp only to have the bastard experience rush hour traffic on a whole new level. you haven't lived until your hay fever is stuck alongside a hay truck.
salt lake next. yay?!?!