Where to begin...
It's amazing how much things haven't changed in all this time that I haven't written in this journal. My puppy is now a 1-year-old dog. I've been fishing in Collar Brook down the road lately, never used to fish in there. One of the first days I fished there I caught a 10 inch brookie. After that, nothing. Then I Worked for the crazy fuck Scott. He gave me like $6 something an hour. Not working for him again. He can keep his money and shove it up his ass. Saw my bro in Super Wal*Mart today, that was cool. I miss everybody that I don't see anymore. Well I guess that's all. Happy trails everybody.