this morning #2195.

this morning, it was apparently up to me to move mountains. in the precious hours before i had to leave for work, i found myself pacing back & forth on the back porch with a cigarette in one hand & the whole friggin’ world in the other. whose bright idea was it to put me in charge of figuring out a way to smuggle our “fearless” leader over the border before the authorities track him down? it feels like, since no one stepped up & offered up an answer, the duty fell to me by default. something this serious should really be a group decision. bunch of slackers. posers. all i can come up with at the moment is stashing his ass in a vehicle, donning disguises & hoping for the best. got to think far harder than that. that’ll almost certainly just result in all of us getting arrested.