I've been in Las Vegas a lot longer than I ever wanted to to be. There are lots of reasons that I got stuck. But stuck I remain. I need to make a connection in order to get out of Dodge. I need to put a receiver hitch on the back of the bus so that I can tow my puddle jumper. My Newest Project the PD 4104 had a lot of crap welded to the back end. The previous owner not only towed a car behind the bus but also carried a motorcycle I cut all that off and left a little iron so that I could rebuild a receiver hitch.I telephoned around so the various welding
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I had previously created a campaign on GoFundMe in an effort to tap in to the amazing generosity of the Blog reading public. After about two years I have had two donations. That's not working all that well either. I guess I need a plan "C".
Plan "C" could be a life of crime. After all crime does in fact start with "C" so it may be poetic. I hear crime doesn't pay. But then again all those wall street bankers seem to be doing pretty well. My problem is I have an immutable honest streak. This kind of gets in the way of a life of crime. Maybe I should watch that television show, Breaking Bad and get some pointers. Nah, never happen. So it on to plan "D".
Plan"D" could stand for Divorcee. I could find a rich Divorcee with nothing but time on her hands. I would have to shave and shower (wasn't there something else with that) and put on nicer clothes. Then I would have to throw away all that time I spent as a curmudgeon in training. I may have past a point of no return on that curmudgeon thing. I'll have to think about that.
The letter "E' is next. Employment. I could get a job. Nah. And I remain stuck in Vegas.
