Gone Fishing

I am finally done fucking around  and going to be packing up and heading out for a few days, this place is a wreck and I don’t fucking care.
 It dawned on me while I was rooting around that I have accumulated enough camping gear in the last few years that I have squirreled away here and there that I have enough shit stashed away to keep a family of four in the field for weeks. Not a bad thing in the long run but holy crap what a mess right now.
I figure I am going to be gone three days and I have already dragged out enough shit for a polar expedition.What the hell, if it all goes down the tubes tomorrow, it will be a long camping trip anyways. Better to have it than not.
I am a pack rat of the highest order I see.
Anyways don’t expect anything from me for several days, I am outta here.
 I can already envision my poor little truck is going to be squatting like a drunken frat girl on a  side walk on Friday night after the bars are closed.
I haven’t even got the beer and the ice yet.
 Might have to find a trailer just for that…

See ya’s.

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