Road Trip. Blah.
Have a few days to just get things together. Love these four day weekends. I’m caught up with everythin’ at the youth center and made sure that no one will really have any extra work to do because of my part. Just sucks that I’m gonna have to spend the weekend drivin’ to make sure some of the past ties I’ve had haven’t been opened.
About a week ago I got a letter tellin’ me that the bank was robbed and I needed to make sure what I had in the safety deposit box is still there. I would’ve just ignored the message but what got me wonderin’ was how the hell they had my new address. That and I don’t ever recall havin’ a deposit box there. I’m not really concerned so much as I know that it’s a message to me or somethin’ like that. One way or the other I’m packed up and headin’ out tonight. Made the reservations online, packed up, and about to load my bags up in the rental.
Have to wonder what’s going on. Not so much gonna do the whining boo hoo thing as much as I hate mysteries. I ain’t no detective. More like the guy that would rather ram his skull against the wall to see the other side. Only thing I can really complain ‘bout is headin’ to Gotham. I’m still debatin’ if I’m gonna call anyone. Not that Barb won’t find out then tell Dick and then he tells someone and the next thing ya know… doesn’t matter. It’d happen sooner or later anyway. Shit.
About a week ago I got a letter tellin’ me that the bank was robbed and I needed to make sure what I had in the safety deposit box is still there. I would’ve just ignored the message but what got me wonderin’ was how the hell they had my new address. That and I don’t ever recall havin’ a deposit box there. I’m not really concerned so much as I know that it’s a message to me or somethin’ like that. One way or the other I’m packed up and headin’ out tonight. Made the reservations online, packed up, and about to load my bags up in the rental.
Have to wonder what’s going on. Not so much gonna do the whining boo hoo thing as much as I hate mysteries. I ain’t no detective. More like the guy that would rather ram his skull against the wall to see the other side. Only thing I can really complain ‘bout is headin’ to Gotham. I’m still debatin’ if I’m gonna call anyone. Not that Barb won’t find out then tell Dick and then he tells someone and the next thing ya know… doesn’t matter. It’d happen sooner or later anyway. Shit.