Saturday morning. Coffee starting to kick in. Sun still hiding. Work on the horizon. A football Saturday. A hot humid Saturday. Already. Maggie will be 17 Wednesday. 17. Jiminy Christmas. Mallory back in San Antonio with the Supreme Moronic Asshole Chorist. Do you remember the quote from The Gladiator? On my signal,,Unleash Hell. Look around,,see the signals? Are you ready SMAC? You just shouldn't have gone there. You really shouldn't have gone there. You have Unleashed Hell in all of her glory. A mouthy brassy 5ft 2 walkin talkin in your face with a damn good attorney and more attitude than you have intellect Hell. See the smile? This particular version of Hell needs breakfast. You'll do. Been a while since I chewed up a scrawny pompous for no reason electively stupid inferior lowlife scumbag. I haven't forgotten how though. Far from it. I cut my mental cannibal teeth on high priced attorneys in Armani suits. You have no idea the ride you are in for. You really shouldn't have gone there. Really. Mallory is sweet. Her mother is not.

Off to work. With a smile. The anticipation is incredible.

Listening to: The Eyes of Texas
Reading: Dantes Inferno

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