I was working in a small town in GA. I was pulling some long hours and had been awake for too long. I always went to the store in the morning before work to get coffee. Ya know the big cup, I don't really like Colombian coffee because it makes me pee too much. As I went to the Port-a-john I noticed that my pee smelled funny as it steamed up. Ya it was really cold in GA at that time of year. Anyway, so I get into the dump truck and light a cigarette. I didn't realize that the my phone had been ringing, because I was listening to some rad music with my headphones on. That was back when music was good. Not all this hip hop stuff you have now days. I guess I should have changed my ringtone to vibrate, hell I don't even remember if my phone had vibrate. I digress. So as I was going to lunch, I always get extra cheese on my burger. GA has some damn good burger shops. Not the popular ones, but the ones that mom and pop run. It was so big, I laughed all the time and said that Joe couldn't two. But no shit, he did one day. I was like "wow". They had these pickles. I'm not sure kind they were. Yum. Shit off topic again. Anyway. As I was coming back, I'll never forget this. There was this guy walking a dog that only had two legs. I know you're thinking which legs. Believe it or not, it was missing the front right and the back left. You just don't forget that kinda stuff. Back in the dump truck again, there was this soft spot in the yard and as I backed the truck up, you guessed it. I got stuck. I didn't know what the fuck to do, so I called this tow truck. This guys shows up, and latches the trucks up. I didn't think it was possible. Got to say. Wreckers are fucking awesome, but if I had one there wouldn't be stories like this one, ya know what I mean! Ha. I get behind this concrete pier. It was a lot safer there. Have you ever seen a two legged dog? Still blows my mind. By the time he had hooked the trucks together this dog comes jumping along. Fucking crazy. I asked what the dogs name was, either the guy didn't hear me or was just ignoring me. I really wish I knew it's name. I bet it was like Lucky or some shit like that. The chain tightened, to my surprise, that dumb ass didn't get out of the way. It wasn't my fault, I told them it wasn't but there was just so much blood no one believed me. I was like dude it wasn't me. So as the guys finger laid there in the mud, I was kinda in shock. It was like still moving and shit. I almost thought it was pointing at me. Creepy shit I tell you. But anyway when I stopped gawking I noticed that the dog had a black spot over its eye. Kinda like the dog from the Little Rascals. I know this because the dog had jumped over and grabbed dude's finger and was jumping away. You would think it couldn't get away because a guy was walking it, but it wasn't like he had it on a leash or anything.

I get back to work. And my phone rings again. This time I hear it because everyone has raised so much hell about me smoking while I was working. Guess who was on the phone! A friend of mine. We were talking about CF, cause that's like all I talked about back then. And he was like I'm gonna roll an Imperial. I was like I'm gonna roll a doobie instead. So I got high and realized that my friend on the phone wasn't Pro. Long story short though, I don't know him. I did find out this one time. That a guy I knew, knew a guy, that did play McDonald's monopoly, and he got Park Place. I was like no shit! Yea. He didn't win anything though.

Oh well. I hope that kinda explains it all.