George's boss got onto him about smelling alcohol on his breath today at work.
"At least I wasn't drunk," George told me and laughed.
George laughed and laughed and thought it was the funniest thing.
"He doesn't know that," I replied of his boss, wishing George would take the occurrence a little more seriously.
I still have to have my cup of coffee and my Little Debbie donut sticks every morning thus my reason for being there.
I left Fat's and took a long drive down through the valley. Something I never do because of my anxiety attacks. It felt good to be "free." Without a care in the world as the early morning air blew through my cap-less hair with the window rolled down.