Lock, Stock, and Beer Barrel

Well tonight begins the great "cutting back the drinking" experiment. Wish me luck as I doubt I will be getting much sleep. Also got some sort of a job offer from the temp company. Outbound insurance. I would rather throw myself in front of a train, but you gotta eat. As long as I got my nine, my bitches, and my nuts grasped firmly in my hand I know I'll be all right.

Fuck the police!