God Rest The Souls Of That Poor Family... And Pussy's Half Price For The Next 15 Minutes.

"They call me The King."

"Why's that?"

"I don't know. I reckon calling me The Shithead In Charge to my face wasn't too popular an idea among those who wanted to keep their tongues in their fucking heads."

Well hello there...

Now look I don't have time for a lot of words or a lot of words for the time being...I just wanted to stop by and say that I had a very nice weekend.

On Friday night I went out for drinks with some friends I don't hardly see enough and although it did interfere with some other plans (ain't that always the way?) I most certainly will be making good on those too.

I stayed awake straight through the night Saturday so I could open up the yard on time, and after seeing to business I hurried over to my mom's to catch my little brother as he woke up. Rookie insisted on going to McDonald's for breakfast (six friggin' hash browns buddy) and then we picked up my little sister from a sleepover at her friends house. I tried to sleep that afternoon but had little luck. Ended up back in the office. Went by the kids for dinner, hung out for a bit afterwards, headed back to the office and knocked off some more work in the middle of the night. Went home and slept for a bit.

Work again on Sunday morning, but back by the kids in the afternoon. Took them to Best Buy to buy some movies. Dropped them at the house and headed back to the office. Dinner by the kids again. Played catch for what seemed like forever, don't have a baseball glove anymore so I bare handed it. Yeah, that's right, I'm a tough son of a bitch...and the little guy throws like a girl. Don't tell him I said so, it would break the poor buggers heart. (has it coming though, Mike Piazza is not a better ball player then Mickey Mantle...damn kids.) Cleaned up for a minute and then headed in to watch a movie with them. They were half passed out by the time it was over. I'd run them ragged all weekend. I headed home to my empty house and my lonely life and chuckled to myself about how good I have it.

Monday was a holiday for many, it was just another day for me. Can't say I didn't enjoy the slow pace just a little bit.

So why am I telling you about this seemingly average, seemingly quiet weekend? Because...to me it was just perfect.

So here's where I stand. I have offers in on two houses, one in North Haledon, one in Hawthorne. If I get either one I'll be thrilled. I'm getting a lot of business straightened out, hopefully so much so that I'll have some free time soon. Things are so close to being great...but so damn far at the same time. It's tough. It seems like I'm forcing so many things to work, like I've got the weight of the whole world on my shoulders...and shit, if you know me, you know I wouldn't have it any other way.

So here's the question...how are you?