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Used to be Roadhouse Blues. “Woke up this morning and got myself a beer. The futures uncertain but the end is always near.”

Nice!

Tell that to Brett Favre.

I wear Saints visors.

Rain and thunder.

The sea always gives back the dead. Also, my dad handled a a claim once here involving Mafia boss Carlos Marcella. Got a twin propeller Cessna to come back home from some southern shithole and land in the middle of the night at Lake front airport. They got the victim drink and high. When they deboarded the plane, he was pushed, or, hmhm, stubmbled into the propeller. Found body parts everywhere. Half his brain was found two hundred yards away. No one was ever charged and they classified it as an accidental death. Dad knew but wasn’t touching the truth on that one. A few years later he and mom were having dinner at a popular Italian restaurant called Moscas. Carlos sends a bottle of wine the table. The waiter, says, “Compiimennts by that gentlemen.” Dad looks, says thank you sir. And skips desert and gets the fawk out of there.

Mine also. His all tme favorite holiday. I had to make the decision to pull the plug that night. Hardest moment of my life. And hardest day now.

This. 55 gallon drum with half hydracloiC acid. Remove teeth before you submerged it. Enamel doesn’t completely deteriorate and you eliminate dental identification. Use gloves to not leave finger prints and any other dna you might leave behind. Bury it deep in a secluded location. If possible, find a complete strangers beer can in a different city and a cigarette bud and place it away from the site just in case. No cameras or rainy areas to leave tire tracks and change your tires soon afterwards and dispose of them at a place where people like to dump tires.

Forgot two things. Wear a long gray dress with flats, temporary tats on your arms and hand that can be removed when you dispose of them and a wig that is a complete opposite of your hair color. And wear casual clothes underneath the dress. And shave your toes and legs so you don’t leave dna. Burn cars and enjoy the booty.

It’s really easy. Never done it but can. Case it for weeks. Scope it. Learn the tellers and manager’s habits. Most people live and shop whithin a five mile radius. Know their cars and times they get to wok. Know where they live and where their children or grandkids go to schools. Pick a bank with many outlets going north south east and west. Best time is before closing when traffic is heavy. Have two cars and remove the license plates and put temporary tag on the back. Make sure you leave no prints in or on either vehicle. Don’t use a gun. Look for suveliance cameras make sure you are in their blind spot. Call 911 five minutes prior from a pay phone and tell them you think an officer was hit by a truck on a street a mile away. When you demand the money, tell the bank teller that you know her name, where she lives, where her kid go to school, and their names. Then tell them if they put the explosion dye inside the bag, you’ll find them. Walk away act casually.

Nine fish you used to draw as a kid around my left ankle. My jury.

Met him once at a hotel in Florida in a hot tub with two hotties that were with him. Asked him his name. Waylon: I’m Waylon Jennings. Me: Right! Waylon: Look over your shoulder. That’s my tour bus. Black tour bus with WJ written on the side. Saw him at lalapoloza of all places. Great show. Nine out of ten of the kids had no fawking clue who he was, but loved him.

And 24 hours a day?

Really? Why does a store that advertising open seven days a week that doesn’t close 365 days a year have locks on their doors?