Realized that I never received a car note to pay this month. Funny how you think you’re doing pretty good and then suddenly
remember a forgotten expense. Bleah. Lost four bucks at the Harrah’s casino. I was up a dollar and then figured I’d go for
broke. I did.


Pain starting to suck. Making vacation difficult. Almost can’t wait to get back. Almost.
Note the qualifier. I am also tired of the constant observations about my busted ass feet.
Examples include:


”Damn! Both feet?”
— Drunk fat guy with four weeks stubble growth


”How are you walking on those without crutches?”
— Another drunk fat guy who apparently had
his entire ankle reconstructed in a recent surgery. He was also wearing an immobilizer boot. Just one. Wimp!


”Man, you must be pretty f—‘ed up to be walking on those messed up feet”
— Drunk fat guy standing up against building and loitering.


”I remember I had to have a cast put on once cause of a sprain. Damn, those boots you got are cool.”
— Old drunken fat gentleman in the elevator wearing a black and white striped prison uniform costume


”Oh, you poor thing!”
Cute girls who offered me sympathy when I asked if they’d let a cripple guy pass through. Not everybody is a fat drunk guy here.
😉