Pure Gonzo Engineering: "What's the score here?" "What's next?"

I seem to have lost all concept of time and space. It must be the reduced amount of sleep I’m getting. It’s Monday?, but it doesn’t seem like Monday. This weekend went by kind of slowish, fast.

We tied in our hockey outing yesterday. We were playing against Roast Beef’s team. God I hate that kid. I kept telling him how fat he was all game. He tends to not play well when he’s pissed off so I decided to lay it on pretty heavy. During the third period he tried to make a run down the ice, and I was fore-checking. He cut inside, and I poked my stick at the puck. My stick got in-between his legs, and I heard a snap. His fat ass legs cracked my stick about a third of the way up. I fell down, and it tripped him up a bit. He came back and said some shit about “So, I’m fat am I?” I said, “Yeah, your fat legs just snapped my stick!” I skated off the ice because as soon as you break your stick you have to drop it so you don’t impale someone. It was a good game though. I’m pissed I broke my stick. I only got two games out of it.

Carter is still kind of crabby at times throughout the day, but I guess most babies are. He was much better tempered before he broke his leg. He’s taking it like a champ though. I’d be pissed off too if I had to have both my legs in a cast that went up to the middle of my chest. Hopefully it will be off by the 17th.

I decided to shave my beard into a handlebar mustache and some pork-chop sideburns. It’s very 1970’s porn star/used car salesman/creepy neighbor. I dig it though. If I get a chance I’ll post a picture.
And remember kids…. It’s hard out here for a pimp… And if you don’t find John Stewart funny, you’re too old, or too stupid.