My week is moving along at a nice pace. Once I get through Wednesday though, it will be a lot better. My Tuesday morning has been shit, which is killing my mojo.
I’ve never eaten out of a dumpster. I’ve pulled something out of my own trash if it was still on top and I regretted throwing it out after a window of maybe 10 mins at most. Other than that the only things I’ve picked out of trash is furniture and Jim. I say Jim because one night Myles, Jim and I went to the Beer Garden in Jersey City and then went back to Hoboken. Jim was tired, but Myles and I required more booze, so we placed him in a trash bin and continued on drinking. When we returned to get Jim all of the trains were gone and two cops told Myles and I to move along, but we needed to get Jim. I distracted the cops with clever banter while Myles grabbed Jim. The cops laughed and we left unharmed.
Good times with Jim, Myles, and Phil. That should be a sitcom.