"Shattered Dreams"

I came up with a nice book title for the Arizona Diamondback's catcher. "Shattered Dreams: My major league career and hope for children shattered the day my left ball was"

Alright. So a little lame on my end. But seriously! The guy fractured his left nut when a ball was fouled off....his balls. Dang! I don't even have them and that makes me hurt.

So yeah. Lets see.

Do I have much to report? Not really. Been working at the store. Been the same old shit. I could do that job in my sleep. The other day, as I stood there at my register with no one in my line. Just looking pretty, which of course isn't hard, I turned around to look around and the chick working the self checkouts said to me, "When you're not busy they want you to stand at the end of the register." To which I replied with, after a slight pause, "Yeah that's not gonna happen" Then I slowly turned around, got out the paper towel and started to clean my scale.

Really? Does this woman wanna start something with me? I don't think so. Does she not know who I am?! The County Commissioner of Stewart County for pissakes? No, sorry. Channelled Porky's II there. But seriously. These people forget, or I guess they just don't know, I got street cred, I got experince. This ain't my first rodeo. I'm not some newbie fresh off the bus. I got years under my belt so if they start anything they are gonna lose!

Right, right, right. My apologies about that.

Alright. Off I go. Going up north for the fourth. Maybe I'll see fireworks. Something that hasn't happened in a few years. Le sigh.