Bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored!

I really hate Hayward. I do, I do. The only two places I feel like hanging out at are NOT within walking distance. And since I’m a dumbass that WILL drink and drive, I don’t go out. I know better. So I stay home.

So my phone rings today and it’s Scott. His wife is out of town for a few days. He asks me if I want to come up and play some golf. That’ was just a few minutes ago.

And now I’m running out the door.