Home from my late night of work:a 2-11 shift. I cannot even tell you how many people came in between 9 and 11 and bought cigarettes. Don't these people know that shit kills you? And they willingly fork over $5-$6 per pack. Anyway, it was madd hot out yo. It felt like it reached 80, but I don't know what it actually hit. Hot nonetheless, especially for November.

Now I must go to bed in order to be at work for 9 tomorrow. Truck day, so lots of lifting and sweating. Woo!

In case I forget, Den, have a blast in the Big Easy, and say hi to George Lynch for me.