Ninja Chickmunk

Today I secured my loft for the girls and I.  I got the call from my lawyer telling me how much I was pocketing.  I called my investor to crunch some numbers.  The bastards gave me what I wanted without seeing my lawyer's cut.  Nice.

I met with Habeeb to give him my deposit, his name is actually Yasir and manages properties in Dearborn.  We know some of the same people, he does business with some people I know at The Well in Dearborn.

I undid my pea coat and showed off my www.lovethebeaver.com shirt.  "Do you like to party a lot?!?!"  

"Yeah, big party animal with two small daughters."  


I am going into this deal with the shittiest of credit, not having worked in 8-1/2 years, no car, no license: the kicker will be the proof of funds I show him in about a week or so.

Pay this dude the remaining money when I get it and get the key to my place, then furnishing the whole place with furniture on down to linens, spoons, and plungers.  I will have all the stuff delivered, put together, and then wash a shitload of linens.  All this has to happen on or around March 1st.


I owe DTE money and Comcast so I'll have to pay them off and probably hefty deposits to secure service.  Bastards!  I told you I was poor before it became mainstream.


Then I have to get my license back.  More lawyers fees, then buy a car and pay a hefty insurance rate.  The odds are stacked against me, or so they seem.  


I'll work at Buffalo Wild Wings with the lunch crowd pouring the last legal drug.  I'll make my own hours to revolve around my kids.  When I get my game back on I'd like to work someplace like Slows BBQ....pit master of course.


We picked the kids up from school and I told them and their excitement was priceless.  We got back to my house and I took my coat off and Olivia said "I like Alvin the Chickmunk on your shirt."  Gabby corrected her that it was a beaver.  Funny stuff.

I've got some other prospects lined up to make some cash selling toothpicks with American flags to the drunks at the martini bar.  


The free wifi in the apartment wont be enough to run a website so they use Commiecast as the provider you pay for.  Gotta have enough to run my network to take care of business.  I see competing in barbecue competitions next summer if I can get my pit crew together, you know who you are fucker.


When one door shuts a window opens right?


I broke through the door wall with this.  Get my fucking money and I'll take care of the rest.


Gotta have breakfast, I'm starting to think too much.