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BACK! GODDAMN, IT'S LATE

Started off at maybe three this morning driving down out of the mountains from ReallySmallTalks Western Regional Headquarters in Montana only to get to Detroit and sit around for six hours while God has his way with weather. Wait, it's three in the morning now. Maybe that makes for a twenty-four hour day. Barring the two hours, I guess. Anyway, I'm tired as hell and fading faster than The Killers. The quick details, though:

Unnamed member of the posse who may or may not be Tim Kell was pulled over for doing 85 in a 65, informing others in the vehicle that his license expired fifteen years ago as the trooper made his way to the driver side window.

Mia Skaili for some reason takes to blurting out the phrase, "Cock-block Todd" much to the bewilderment of anyone standing near her when the fit of inspiration (?) occurs.

Firework war/having kids situation: all fun and games, the firework battle that ensued on night one...at least until you're driving the truck with two packs of unwraped firecrackers between your legs planning an attack on Kell when you realized that the thing you just lit in your left hand is showering the firecrackers resting in your crotch with a fountain of sparks.

Grizzlies: still highly unpredictable.

Tons of trout, antelope, two moose, elk, deer, a fox, a buffalo and not one good title for the new book.

Alright, I suppose--

Dan

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