Wake up and f##kin OUCH!
I ain’t 30 sumpin anymore,,,
Got in late, like 2 am late, Grizz in my face at 6ish (as soon as it starts getting light he lets me know.) And when I go to pet him someone rammed a yellow hot needle through my shoulder down to my elbow.
And I am flat wore out.
I’m sitting here at the meet up spot for the crew headed to NC today; not to join them, but to let them know, in person, that I will be falling out on them. Partly because that shoulder pain, but also because I don’t want to be a liablilty to them either. I am tired enough to make stoopid mistakes, know it, and am humble enough to admit it. And a three hour drive one way, would likeiy do me in right now
I know what I did, have witnesses that I pulled off some crazy shit when the water showed me who the boss really was (it sure wasn’t the Jefe or me) but managed to get the boat back up top, keep the skirt on and water out AND kept my head dry. But that shoulder took a beating in the process.