Shit happens.

ok im going to skip the good right now and go right to the bad.
this weekend my car was keyed.
full out anger, deep into my doors trunk and hood. wtf man
but really, who cares. the car still runs and i have friends that are going to help me fix it.

on to the good.
last weekend in summer i spent in a Mansion on a lake. not a cottage a fucking MANSION!
like wow this was the biggest house ive ever been in.
i felt like god there. so awesome!
and it seems i have alberta sub zinger
my alberta zinger is James McGuire same kind of jokes, same taste in women, more gas.
but his family is rich. but his older(much older) sister reminds me of his mom, very proper.
zingers dogs, his nieces always hyper and enjoy yelling from understairs. (i almost died the first time as i fell backwards down the stairs)

work, awesome.
They have me working on firetrucks, yeah army training and learning to fix trucks and armored vehicles and im working on firetrucks.
they are like the voltron from hell.
the chasis is made in ottawa,
Allison transmissions from ontario somewheres
engine, either a dertroit diesel 92 or 53. form uhh i dont know detroit,
the fire package(like water turret or boom ladder) made in italy, upgraded in finland, assembled in florida and shiped out to vancover.
so basicly there is no 1 god manual they you have to find out what varient you have and find out yourself.
wiring, everywhere all shrinked sealed because of the water.
but god its awesome to be working on them.

still i miss my friends
and drinking everyweekend,
and cooking my own food.
and sleeping in a comfy bed.

why cant i have best of both worlds?