So, I had to park myself up Steve’s ass today in order to get something accomplished. I told him I was having a bad day and then he said he was having a bad day and I said my day was worse and then he said his day was worse and then I said my day was worse and he said, “We’ll flip a coin.”
He was sweet because he knows he’s on my shit list and he’s on my shit list because I’ve tried for a week to get him to finish these forms I needed to order some shirts… 147 shirts that need printed and then they need numbers put on them which takes like, for-evah, and we’ll have like 3 days to do 10 days work and we have over 3700 other shirts due within the next 10 days.
Then I have this bet with the shop guys that I’ll be able to “pull ink” by the time Black Stone Cherry plays the Kentucky State Fair in August. Pulling ink requires a lot of upper body strength, which I sort of lack in. However, I’m determined to print a new design to show the BSC guys in Louisville.
Steve has money riding on me. I plan on winning and taking the money, although its not really about the money. Its about
street ink cred. Plus, I need to build some muscle.
Did I tell ya’ll I’ve lost 12 pounds since the fire? I can’t remember. Anyway, it was a great start to returning to my fighting weight, which is another 12 lbs. down the road. Everyone in the shop stores winter fat, knowing the famine will come in summer.
Kevin used to go to the 7-11 and buy these ginormous burritos. Good Lord and Lady they were as big as his head and probably full of the nastiest substances known to man, drank a lot a beer, had a lot of the munchies (if you get my drift) and he still complained he had lost too much weight.
He would have been 40 on March 24th. He was the first one I pulled ink with, pulled shirts with, pulled from the dryer with, burned screens with, washed screens with, yelled at, yelled with, sweated, laughed, drank, ate, cussed… I miss him.
So, I’ll win the bet and be totally buff by August.
I win, i win, I win!