Nick made a legitimate request in the comments of my previous post. I am posting this picture incase the authorities are in need of a lead on the latest possible stabbing in Sandy. Hudson and I were at South Towne Mall. We swung by the knife shop where Suzy was working. (Nicks better half) We were there visiting with Nick, Suzy and Macy when in walks in a young customer. Because kids sense evil, Hudson immediately grabs my leg and say's "Daddy, I scurd." All I could do was pat him on the head and say, "Me too son, me too." Suzy, showing no fear, goes right up to him and starts talking. Must be the 15 years in the blade biz.  The customer flashes from his man purse strapped across his body that he is packin' and is interested in adding to his medieval battle ax collection. Nick described him as a member of the Trench Coat Mafia. Nick missed out on one of the key ingredients of being a member. You need a trench coat. He was wearing a T-shirt that said, "Kick'n Bass" and a Wilson wrist band. I think he is more a citizen of Coo Cooville. I'm sorry the picture is a little blurry. Nick was scared and couldn't stop shaking. He may have trickled a little. Not sure you'll have to ask him.

Bloody Slurpee

Hudson wanted a Slurpee. Of course I am still working on father of year so I am once again willing to oblige. Not to mention I don't mind the taste of the sweet nectar. We wander in to the "Sev" and blocking our way to the Slurpee machine is a group of six pre teen girls. There is a little commotion going on and then one of the employee's hands a paper towel to one of the girls. She immediately puts it to her mouth. She is bleeding and dangerously close to my Pina Colada! I put my hand down to lean on the counter as I wait. I nearly put my hand on a napkin with a bloody tooth resting in the center. I was disgusted. My disgust quickly turned into to desire. I had to have a photo! I am fumbling with the camera on my phone when I hear this pre teen voice ask "Can you help me with this lid?" I look at the pre teen with a bloody paper towel in one hand and a Slurpee in another. I realize she is looking right at me. I then said "Are you talking to me?" She was. So I helped keeping one eye on the tooth. I think she saw me eyeing her bloody chiclet because she reached for it quickly and in her haste sent it flying to floor... tink... tink...tink bouncing across the "Sev". My dreams of this photo opportunity went flying with it. That's why I have this stupid picture. Sorry I couldn't share an actual visual with this one. 

Is it really 5 hours?

 I feel I need to make this public service announcement and share my experience with the "5 Hour Energy Shot". Wednesday night I was working a closing shift at the Crew. I had an indoor soccer game right after work. I was feeling a little tired from a hard day of folding t-shirts and I knew I needed a little pick me up. I remember my dad had given me a magical potion that I put in my soccer bag just for such an occasion. I guzzle the little shot down and run onto the field. I sub out during the game for a little rest. I am sitting there for a minute and realize my heart is still at a full sprint and doesn't appear to be slowing down. I, at first, think I am about to have a heart attack. Then I smile and know the "5 hour energy shot" is doing her job. Maybe a little to well. I finish the game and head home. Normally caffeine doesn't effect me to badly. I could have a Pepsi right before bed and when my head hits the pillow, show's over I'm out.  But after laying in my bed for an hour I put my hand up and... Yep I still got a bit of the shakes. I'm getting nervous because I have to be to work at 8 am. I start thinking what part of my morning routine I can cut in order to give me a few more precious minutes of sleep. Of course the gym is the first victim on my list. (as usual) I finally hit the promise land at 3 am. Exactly 5 hours after I had taken the shot. All I am saying is there is some serious truth in advertising in this product. Plan accordingly.