I have a mechanic buddy in Texas who, inexplicably, charges me 1995 prices for his work. He sleeps in his garage and rebuilds engines on a pool table. He says he’s never left the county. Every night he sits in a plastic chair and drinks beer and throws the cans in this pile

my america

Life isn’t easy but God is good

Doing a light refresher

My emotional support whiskey.

My phone must have seen me wearing a safari helmet while out park rangering, cause now it’s suggesting for me very short shorts.

As far as I know im the only one in the park service who still wears the pith helmet.

They got me working on a Sunday but I’m still relaxing

Agnes and Cecilia, got at the auction. If they’re not pregnant yet they’re fixin to be

What

Know ye not that we shall judge angels.

Never in my life have I used google maps while driving with a woman. If I don’t know how to he there (rare!) I’ll damn well figure it out.

Her words stung me like hot bleach.

And I didn’t get sick (everything worked out award).

Ate oysters yesterday at a little Mexican restaurant in Tucson AZ (sketchy) hundreds of miles from the sea (land locked) on the hottest day of the year (so far) (112 degrees) they tasted a little fishy and past their prime but I washed it down with tequila (natural disinfectant)

Nightstand of the day— love it when the motel key has the old plastic tag thingy

I know a spot

Hell of a hawg

Turns out my chickens love salsa, spicy eggs incoming

Picking up chicks