Well the day finally came. We are now gainfully employed again, for at least two days, anyhow. We get to run a steamer, and wash off the road signs all along the Farrell Creek, Core, and Beryl Prairie roads. It should be a pretty skookum gig for a couple of suave motherfuckers like Chin and I, but you never know what’s going to happen in the patch. I figure that I’ll drive, and Chin can blast the signs from the passenger side, or maybe we can harness him into the side door, like a gunner in a helicopter. Either way it’s going to look cool, and not get us in hot water with any safety dudes. It’s going to be cool, because we’ll be working right near Hudson’s Hope, and be in camp, so we can get our laundry done, stock up on non-perishables, and shower together, because it’s a little awkward doing that at Aaron’s. When you’re at camp, everybody showers with somebody else; it’s the buddy system. I wish we weren’t in 3’x3′ stalls, but it’s better than being too far away from each other. Chin’s the best back washer I’ve ever had. (Sorry Baby, but you are a bit lacking in that department lately.)
Hey, have you guys seen the Shakeweight Commercials? I fell in love with them instantly last night and wanted to try them, but can’t afford the easy payments, so I did what any determined, poor boy would do. I improvised.
As you can see, we are working on a fixed budget, but one day our ship will come in… our friendship that is. If any of our friends are good videographers that work for free, please contact us about some really fun ideas that we have. Well, I assume it’s “we” anyhow. It can’t just be me that has wonderful ideas about funny things, can it? I didn’t think so.
I’m sorry for the short post today, but it’s 11 PM now, and I have to get up at 4:30 or so, and I still have shit to pack. No, not Chin’s. I think I’ll let him drive into town, and maybe I can sleep. I doubt I can, but you never know; a little morphine goes a long way.
The kid is hot tonight, yeah, so hot tonight, but where will he be tomorrow,