I’m not planning to go to anymore dances.

Strapped for cash, time, attention, and a barometric reading on everything under the fucking sun this week…actually, this year. It’s been raining assholes and elbows since February both literally and figuratively.

Tomorrow I’m gambling a paycheck in shitty-casino-town-Nevada. Bet your bottom dollar that, like April showers, I’ll be setting myself up for some suffering in May if nothing hits. Big bucks, no Whammys!