Ahh, nice two hour workday today. I slept next to one of those damn trucks with the optimized idle thing last night. Obnoxious. Every twenty minutes or so, it would beep and start up the engine. Then the engine would rev way up for a few minutes. Then it would shut down. I have a hard enough time sleeping as it is. So by the time I got up to Carlisle I decided to pack it in. I write to you this afternoon from the Corleone family's Arkansas estate.
To get everyone prepared, I'll quote a guy from one of the Notre Dame message boards, who was quoting the guy from Pulp Fiction, who was quoting Ezekiel 25:17. The guy in the movie got the quote a little wrong, but the correct version is, "And I will execute great vengeance upon them with furious rebukes; and they shall know that I am the LORD, when I shall lay my vengeance upon them." Tough to argue with that when we have Our Lady looking out for us.
Saturday, October 11, 2008
Friday, October 10, 2008
10/10/08
Do they really call it the Red River Rivalry now instead of the Red River Shootout? That's lame.
So, I guess today was just a whole lot of driving. Not much else. I saw that I was going to hit Fort Worth right at rush hour so I ducked off for a break on the west side of town. I knocked out a quick workout and then logged on to my computer for a bit. After taking a look at my IRA, I threw up in my mouth a little bit. Then I felt better after a nap. Buying opportunities do abound these days, if you're into that sort of thing.
My hunch was that I should be able to roll through Fort Worth and Dallas at a pretty decent speed if I waited until the football games were going on. My hunch turned out to be correct. I took I-30 straight through and didn't face any delays. Those people do love their football down there. I remember my Peewee games (in 1985) drawing better crowds than the high school games do in Michigan. Anyhow, no traffic tonight in Texas.
I rolled up to Gurdon and stopped for the night. 675 miles is always a solid day of work. I guess I'll bounce up past Little Rock tomorrow morning and then look for a place to cool my heels and watch some football. Bad news for all the Notre Dame haters out there. The line has moved a point and a half toward North Carolina this week. The gamblers have been wrong every time this year. Go Irish!
So, I guess today was just a whole lot of driving. Not much else. I saw that I was going to hit Fort Worth right at rush hour so I ducked off for a break on the west side of town. I knocked out a quick workout and then logged on to my computer for a bit. After taking a look at my IRA, I threw up in my mouth a little bit. Then I felt better after a nap. Buying opportunities do abound these days, if you're into that sort of thing.
My hunch was that I should be able to roll through Fort Worth and Dallas at a pretty decent speed if I waited until the football games were going on. My hunch turned out to be correct. I took I-30 straight through and didn't face any delays. Those people do love their football down there. I remember my Peewee games (in 1985) drawing better crowds than the high school games do in Michigan. Anyhow, no traffic tonight in Texas.
I rolled up to Gurdon and stopped for the night. 675 miles is always a solid day of work. I guess I'll bounce up past Little Rock tomorrow morning and then look for a place to cool my heels and watch some football. Bad news for all the Notre Dame haters out there. The line has moved a point and a half toward North Carolina this week. The gamblers have been wrong every time this year. Go Irish!
Thursday, October 9, 2008
10/9/08
You know what's really good? Swedish fish. I don't think I've had any of those since I was a kid, until tonight. Tasty.
It was looking like a pretty lousy day for a while there. Around 2pm I had only made it to #10 on the board. Then I got an assignment. 49 miles? El Paso to Las Cruces? What? I grabbed my notepad so I could petition Congress for a bailout, but I got another beep before I started writing. They had a better run for me, but first I needed to get some copper from the mine in El Paso and run it up to a customer before they closed today. Then I would deadhead back to El Paso for my planned assignment. You scratch my back and I'll scratch yours. I get it. Fair enough.
I had only been to the copper place once before. On that previous occasion I was there for a few hours. Today I was in and out immediately. I had to nail down some 2x4's to keep the load in place, but that's not exactly backbreaking work.
So I got unloaded in Las Cruces and pulled my empty back down to El Paso. A quick drop/hook later, I was headed... east. I win! Haha, I thought for sure I would jinx myself and get something to the Left Coast. Not this time though. I have a Monday delivery in Tennessee. Tonight I headed up to Pecos and stopped at the Flying J for the night. I should be able to get into Arkansas tomorrow and then look for a motel somewhere along the way for Saturday.
Another week, another $1,100+. That'll do. The final tally will be 2,836 miles plus the one extra stop.
It sounds like the Bush administration decided that we're going to own stocks of banks now too. Awesome! Maybe they'll nationalize the trucking industry next. I think a mandatory salary of $90,000 and two months' paid vacation should be cool. If we're going to be socialists, why pussyfoot around? Let's go full tilt. That's my policy.
It was looking like a pretty lousy day for a while there. Around 2pm I had only made it to #10 on the board. Then I got an assignment. 49 miles? El Paso to Las Cruces? What? I grabbed my notepad so I could petition Congress for a bailout, but I got another beep before I started writing. They had a better run for me, but first I needed to get some copper from the mine in El Paso and run it up to a customer before they closed today. Then I would deadhead back to El Paso for my planned assignment. You scratch my back and I'll scratch yours. I get it. Fair enough.
I had only been to the copper place once before. On that previous occasion I was there for a few hours. Today I was in and out immediately. I had to nail down some 2x4's to keep the load in place, but that's not exactly backbreaking work.
So I got unloaded in Las Cruces and pulled my empty back down to El Paso. A quick drop/hook later, I was headed... east. I win! Haha, I thought for sure I would jinx myself and get something to the Left Coast. Not this time though. I have a Monday delivery in Tennessee. Tonight I headed up to Pecos and stopped at the Flying J for the night. I should be able to get into Arkansas tomorrow and then look for a motel somewhere along the way for Saturday.
Another week, another $1,100+. That'll do. The final tally will be 2,836 miles plus the one extra stop.
It sounds like the Bush administration decided that we're going to own stocks of banks now too. Awesome! Maybe they'll nationalize the trucking industry next. I think a mandatory salary of $90,000 and two months' paid vacation should be cool. If we're going to be socialists, why pussyfoot around? Let's go full tilt. That's my policy.
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
10/8/08
Well, the day started off pretty damn smoothly. No 5am beep from the satellite with a useless message. That's a good place to begin. Then the guys at the Sears store had me unloaded in a decent amount of time. I rolled into the mountains last night with a nice light 13,000 pounds in the trailer. I rolled out of the mountains this morning with half that.
As I cruised up US-180 into Silver City I received a planned deadhead to the El Paso yard. That's about what I expected. The fine folks in New Mexico don't seem to produce a whole lot. Then, things took a turn...
I was looking for a specific address - 1310 Silver Heights Blvd. According to one mapping site, this was up on the north side of town in the business district. According to another mapping site, it was further to the southwest. Hmm. As I rolled into the business district, I found that I was on Silver Heights Blvd. I saw that the addresses seemed to coincide exactly with the first mapping site. No 1310. No Sears. Shit. So I continued on what I thought was still Silver Heights Blvd. Nope. I was on another road and headed out of town. I spotted the goat trail to the Hot Gates from the movie 300 and decided to give it a shot. It was pretty rough and pretty skinny, but I managed to circle back toward town.
I headed north on NM-90 and thought I had a pretty good idea of where I was. Might as well try the location from the other mapping site. The addresses in that part of town also fit what I was looking for. I think I got close, but had no luck on that pass. Once I got back out to the east end of town again, I pulled over and tried to call the customer. Ten minutes' worth of busy signals later, I started back into town. I didn't see what I was looking for that time either. So I made a really bright decision and followed the signs toward the main downtown area. Shit.
Faced with a dead-end and finding myself on a damn skinny road, I hung a left into a residential area. You're not really supposed to enter a road unless you know that you can get back out. I guess sometimes I don't do things the right way though. It was tight, but I managed to get back to the main drag and find my way out of there.
One more time back to the north... I turned down another street that may or may not have been legal for a truck. I didn't really know where I was headed, but I knew I wasn't going to accomplish anything by retracing the same route. Yeah, this one didn't work either. Another series of left turns through another residential neighborhood got me out of that one. Then I decided to go ahead and jeopardize my membership in the International Brotherhood of Men... I stopped and asked for directions. I know, I know.
Turns out that I was right around the corner from the place. Holy shit. The dock from the stop in Ruidoso Downs looked like an airport runway compared to this one. I had to pull into a parking lot across the street and then make a serpentine back around parked cars and angle the trailer back to my blindside. Once I got to the dock, the road was completely shut down until I left. From the dock on the west side of the street, all the way across, and within two feet of a parked car on the east side of the street, I claimed the territory as my own.
They got me empty eventually and I headed for El Paso. After dropping my trailer I was #19 on the board. Looks like I might be here a while. There are usually at least twice as many trailers here, compared to what I see right now. The deadhead and stop pay tacked on to today's loaded miles have me in pretty decent shape - 1,420 miles plus $35 in stop pay so far.
Yeah, I'll go ahead and jinx myself now. I don't give a damn. That's just how I roll... I need to get to the East Coast to watch the football game this weekend. The downside to having a 3-9 season is that you get regional coverage sometimes during the following year. Back when the Irish were good, they were televised nationally every weekend. I probably just earned myself a trip to Seattle.
As I cruised up US-180 into Silver City I received a planned deadhead to the El Paso yard. That's about what I expected. The fine folks in New Mexico don't seem to produce a whole lot. Then, things took a turn...
I was looking for a specific address - 1310 Silver Heights Blvd. According to one mapping site, this was up on the north side of town in the business district. According to another mapping site, it was further to the southwest. Hmm. As I rolled into the business district, I found that I was on Silver Heights Blvd. I saw that the addresses seemed to coincide exactly with the first mapping site. No 1310. No Sears. Shit. So I continued on what I thought was still Silver Heights Blvd. Nope. I was on another road and headed out of town. I spotted the goat trail to the Hot Gates from the movie 300 and decided to give it a shot. It was pretty rough and pretty skinny, but I managed to circle back toward town.
I headed north on NM-90 and thought I had a pretty good idea of where I was. Might as well try the location from the other mapping site. The addresses in that part of town also fit what I was looking for. I think I got close, but had no luck on that pass. Once I got back out to the east end of town again, I pulled over and tried to call the customer. Ten minutes' worth of busy signals later, I started back into town. I didn't see what I was looking for that time either. So I made a really bright decision and followed the signs toward the main downtown area. Shit.
Faced with a dead-end and finding myself on a damn skinny road, I hung a left into a residential area. You're not really supposed to enter a road unless you know that you can get back out. I guess sometimes I don't do things the right way though. It was tight, but I managed to get back to the main drag and find my way out of there.
One more time back to the north... I turned down another street that may or may not have been legal for a truck. I didn't really know where I was headed, but I knew I wasn't going to accomplish anything by retracing the same route. Yeah, this one didn't work either. Another series of left turns through another residential neighborhood got me out of that one. Then I decided to go ahead and jeopardize my membership in the International Brotherhood of Men... I stopped and asked for directions. I know, I know.
Turns out that I was right around the corner from the place. Holy shit. The dock from the stop in Ruidoso Downs looked like an airport runway compared to this one. I had to pull into a parking lot across the street and then make a serpentine back around parked cars and angle the trailer back to my blindside. Once I got to the dock, the road was completely shut down until I left. From the dock on the west side of the street, all the way across, and within two feet of a parked car on the east side of the street, I claimed the territory as my own.
They got me empty eventually and I headed for El Paso. After dropping my trailer I was #19 on the board. Looks like I might be here a while. There are usually at least twice as many trailers here, compared to what I see right now. The deadhead and stop pay tacked on to today's loaded miles have me in pretty decent shape - 1,420 miles plus $35 in stop pay so far.
Yeah, I'll go ahead and jinx myself now. I don't give a damn. That's just how I roll... I need to get to the East Coast to watch the football game this weekend. The downside to having a 3-9 season is that you get regional coverage sometimes during the following year. Back when the Irish were good, they were televised nationally every weekend. I probably just earned myself a trip to Seattle.
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
10/7/08
I'm gonna kick someone. No, seriously, I'll do it. Today the peckerheads woke me up with another message asking us to stay off the phones on account of my fleet manager being away from work. I was tempted to call and tie up the phone line just so I could yell at someone, but I went back to bed instead. I was up pretty late last night and I was in no mood for that shit two hours after I finally fell alseep.
Pretty early in the morning, I got a load assignment. I had to shoot over to Dallas and make a drop/hook, then head west. My load wasn't ready yet so I wound up hanging around at the shipper for most of the morning. It was good to go right at noon (the scheduled time).
From there, I was headed off to the mountains west of Roswell. I think that this is my first trip west of I-35 since... hell, I don't even remember the last time I was this far west. Selective amnesia, I'm sure. I'm not a big fan of the West. I got out to Abilene before it was time for a nap. My customary hour and a half had me feeling good again, so the rest of the drive wasn't bad. The nighttime part of the trip was mostly just me and the road with very few other vehicles going in either direction.
I rolled into Ruidoso Downs and started scouting the signs, looking for some hint to help me. This is one of those locations that doesn't tell you much - 2172 Highway 70. Late at night in a little two-stoplight town, it ain't so easy to see the addresses on the buildings. I knew that I was looking for a Sears. My suspicion, however, was that it wouldn't be the kind of Sears that we have back home. I was right. At the last second I spotted a little building with a sign that, fortunately for me, was illuminated. I turned into what I thought was the driveway and realized that I had missed the mark. Again fortunately for me, the parking lots were connected so I was able to swing around into the Sears lot. Not so fortunately for me, the loading dock is insane. I had to continue into (yet another) neighboring lot and pull a 180 to get somewhat set up. Then it was... the play by play would be pretty long and boring, but suffice to say it sucked. Once I open the doors in the morning and back in the rest of the way, there will be concrete walls within six inches of my trailer on each side.
This load has a second drop a couple hundred miles away from here tomorrow. That will tack on a few more bucks in mileage pay, plus my $35 for the extra stop. What is tomorrow, Wednesday? I'll be over $500 by the time I'm empty with plenty of the week still to come. I guess it's starting to come together pretty well.
Hey, more good news! We all entered the 60-day corporate paper market today. I always wanted to be an institutional lender. According to the esteemed senator from Arizona, he wants us (the taxpayers) to eat a massive write-down of upside down mortgages too. Sweet! I just wish I had bought a house that I couldn't afford a few years ago. Then I could get a handout and my shitty little apartment could be used as a field office for ACORN or something. Dueling handouts with 28 days to go. God help us.
Pretty early in the morning, I got a load assignment. I had to shoot over to Dallas and make a drop/hook, then head west. My load wasn't ready yet so I wound up hanging around at the shipper for most of the morning. It was good to go right at noon (the scheduled time).
From there, I was headed off to the mountains west of Roswell. I think that this is my first trip west of I-35 since... hell, I don't even remember the last time I was this far west. Selective amnesia, I'm sure. I'm not a big fan of the West. I got out to Abilene before it was time for a nap. My customary hour and a half had me feeling good again, so the rest of the drive wasn't bad. The nighttime part of the trip was mostly just me and the road with very few other vehicles going in either direction.
I rolled into Ruidoso Downs and started scouting the signs, looking for some hint to help me. This is one of those locations that doesn't tell you much - 2172 Highway 70. Late at night in a little two-stoplight town, it ain't so easy to see the addresses on the buildings. I knew that I was looking for a Sears. My suspicion, however, was that it wouldn't be the kind of Sears that we have back home. I was right. At the last second I spotted a little building with a sign that, fortunately for me, was illuminated. I turned into what I thought was the driveway and realized that I had missed the mark. Again fortunately for me, the parking lots were connected so I was able to swing around into the Sears lot. Not so fortunately for me, the loading dock is insane. I had to continue into (yet another) neighboring lot and pull a 180 to get somewhat set up. Then it was... the play by play would be pretty long and boring, but suffice to say it sucked. Once I open the doors in the morning and back in the rest of the way, there will be concrete walls within six inches of my trailer on each side.
This load has a second drop a couple hundred miles away from here tomorrow. That will tack on a few more bucks in mileage pay, plus my $35 for the extra stop. What is tomorrow, Wednesday? I'll be over $500 by the time I'm empty with plenty of the week still to come. I guess it's starting to come together pretty well.
Hey, more good news! We all entered the 60-day corporate paper market today. I always wanted to be an institutional lender. According to the esteemed senator from Arizona, he wants us (the taxpayers) to eat a massive write-down of upside down mortgages too. Sweet! I just wish I had bought a house that I couldn't afford a few years ago. Then I could get a handout and my shitty little apartment could be used as a field office for ACORN or something. Dueling handouts with 28 days to go. God help us.
Monday, October 6, 2008
10/6/08
I don't even know you, whoever you are, sitting there and reading a computer screen right now... but I'll bet that your day started better than mine did. My dispatch instructed me to deliver by 7am Central. So I woke up in a driving rain at 6:30am and drove around the corner to my consignee. Nobody home. I assumed that 7am must be starting time, so I would just have to hang around for a bit.
A guy walked in shortly after 7am and informed me that the place didn't open until 8am. Okay, could be worse. I would just have to hang out for an hour, right? Not entirely. The nice fella gave me directions to a different warehouse. He had a habit of saying "left" as he motioned to the right and saying "right" as he motioned to the left. Fortunately, he mentioned a Budweiser building that I had seen on my way in last night. I asked if there would be a place for me to park over there while I waited. "Yeah, but it's gonna be a fuckin' bitch getting in there. There's this guardrail on the right... The last fuckin' guy had to try about eighteen times to get into that fuckin' dock." Sweet.
I managed to piece together the directions to the other warehouse. Damn, dude. He wasn't kidding. Absolutely no room to maneuver and lots of rain just to make it extra fun. It took a solid half hour for me to get more or less squared away in the (outdoor) dock. My trailer was a little off the perpendicular and my truck was askew, but it was as good as it was going to get. I didn't have my trailer doors open on account of the driving rain, so I was going to have to pull forward and try to find my way back to the dock one more time once someone showed up to unload me. And thus began my day...
After I sat there for about an hour, the same guy from the first warehouse pulled up in front of me and stepped toward my truck. He apologized and told me that we would be going to yet another warehouse, where I would be unloaded. I followed him out of the industrial park and into a neighboring cluster of warehouses. He pointed toward my destination and headed back to the original location. Fortunately for me, this third warehouse actually had a decent setup for a loading dock. This looked better to me than trying to get back into that outdoor dock. So I backed in again and waited. Shortly thereafter, I felt my trailer start bouncing and they had me unloaded fairly quickly.
Then I headed across town to get my pre-assigned load. When I showed up at the shipper, they couldn't find my load information. Somewhere along the way they figured it out. This was originally a load scheduled for their internal carrier, but it was brokered out to us. I had to head down the street to a different warehouse and get loaded there. Okay then. I was loaded quickly and on my way. Five and a half hours after starting my day in Winfield, Kansas, I finally left Winfield, Kansas.
The drive down to the eastern suburbs of Dallas was pretty decent. I caught pretty much every red light once I left the interstate though. One of those things, I guess. At the consignee, the lady behind the desk had no idea what to do with me. She started off by saying that I was at the wrong place. I was having none of that. Then she said that I might be at the right place. Okay, getting warmer. She needed to talk to her boss but he was in a meeting. So I waited a while longer. After the meeting adjourned, the supervisor came out and got everything cleared up. I backed into a dock and had to disconnect from my trailer in order to get unloaded.
Then I was empty and that was that. I employed my 'don't ask, don't tell' policy and pulled off behind the consignee's drop lot to park for the night. If I asked, they might tell me not to park here. Since I didn't ask and thus they haven't told me so, I can't be breaking any rules, can I? I'm #13 on the board as I write tonight. I think I should be moving somewhat early tomorrow but you never really know.
The early feedback from worldwide markets seems to suggest that I was right about the phony bailout package. Hopefully, for the sake of all of us, time will prove me wrong. This workout thing is becoming a source of consternation to me as well. While an Angels fan clinging to the possibility of living to play another day might get a chuckle, I tend to enjoy the attention of attractive women whenever I am able to garner it. Looking like a truck driver does not help my cause. Tonight... rainy weather and a muddy drop lot. What the hell?
A guy walked in shortly after 7am and informed me that the place didn't open until 8am. Okay, could be worse. I would just have to hang out for an hour, right? Not entirely. The nice fella gave me directions to a different warehouse. He had a habit of saying "left" as he motioned to the right and saying "right" as he motioned to the left. Fortunately, he mentioned a Budweiser building that I had seen on my way in last night. I asked if there would be a place for me to park over there while I waited. "Yeah, but it's gonna be a fuckin' bitch getting in there. There's this guardrail on the right... The last fuckin' guy had to try about eighteen times to get into that fuckin' dock." Sweet.
I managed to piece together the directions to the other warehouse. Damn, dude. He wasn't kidding. Absolutely no room to maneuver and lots of rain just to make it extra fun. It took a solid half hour for me to get more or less squared away in the (outdoor) dock. My trailer was a little off the perpendicular and my truck was askew, but it was as good as it was going to get. I didn't have my trailer doors open on account of the driving rain, so I was going to have to pull forward and try to find my way back to the dock one more time once someone showed up to unload me. And thus began my day...
After I sat there for about an hour, the same guy from the first warehouse pulled up in front of me and stepped toward my truck. He apologized and told me that we would be going to yet another warehouse, where I would be unloaded. I followed him out of the industrial park and into a neighboring cluster of warehouses. He pointed toward my destination and headed back to the original location. Fortunately for me, this third warehouse actually had a decent setup for a loading dock. This looked better to me than trying to get back into that outdoor dock. So I backed in again and waited. Shortly thereafter, I felt my trailer start bouncing and they had me unloaded fairly quickly.
Then I headed across town to get my pre-assigned load. When I showed up at the shipper, they couldn't find my load information. Somewhere along the way they figured it out. This was originally a load scheduled for their internal carrier, but it was brokered out to us. I had to head down the street to a different warehouse and get loaded there. Okay then. I was loaded quickly and on my way. Five and a half hours after starting my day in Winfield, Kansas, I finally left Winfield, Kansas.
The drive down to the eastern suburbs of Dallas was pretty decent. I caught pretty much every red light once I left the interstate though. One of those things, I guess. At the consignee, the lady behind the desk had no idea what to do with me. She started off by saying that I was at the wrong place. I was having none of that. Then she said that I might be at the right place. Okay, getting warmer. She needed to talk to her boss but he was in a meeting. So I waited a while longer. After the meeting adjourned, the supervisor came out and got everything cleared up. I backed into a dock and had to disconnect from my trailer in order to get unloaded.
Then I was empty and that was that. I employed my 'don't ask, don't tell' policy and pulled off behind the consignee's drop lot to park for the night. If I asked, they might tell me not to park here. Since I didn't ask and thus they haven't told me so, I can't be breaking any rules, can I? I'm #13 on the board as I write tonight. I think I should be moving somewhat early tomorrow but you never really know.
The early feedback from worldwide markets seems to suggest that I was right about the phony bailout package. Hopefully, for the sake of all of us, time will prove me wrong. This workout thing is becoming a source of consternation to me as well. While an Angels fan clinging to the possibility of living to play another day might get a chuckle, I tend to enjoy the attention of attractive women whenever I am able to garner it. Looking like a truck driver does not help my cause. Tonight... rainy weather and a muddy drop lot. What the hell?
Sunday, October 5, 2008
10/5/08
Although I felt 1,000% better than I did last Sunday morning, I didn't really want to get out of bed today. Eventually I did. Then I didn't really want to get out of the shower. Eventually I did. Then I didn't really want to get back in my truck. Eventually I did.
As soon as I turned the key and powered everything up, my satellite unit beeped and alerted me to a message. Pre-plan, sweet. Once I drop off in the morning, I'll be picking up in the same town and heading for Texas. That will provide 365 miles for Monday. Since recent weeks have involved zero miles for Monday and still wound up in decent shape, I expect a pretty good week this time around.
The drive across Missouri with a 45,000 pound load is definitely a test of patience. Traffic wasn't terribly heavy but it was steady enough to keep me on my toes. When I got to the industrial park in which the customer is located, I was disappointed to see that it was a shitty little area with skinny streets. I found some kind of drop lot down at the end of one of the roads, so I guess this is home for the night.
The lads under the golden dome are unranked for the first time in history when they are at least 4-1. Good. They're also seven point underdogs to a team that was 4-8 last year, while the Irish finished 3-9. Good. Now if only the gamblers can get it up to an eight point spread, I do believe we can get us a victory.
As soon as I turned the key and powered everything up, my satellite unit beeped and alerted me to a message. Pre-plan, sweet. Once I drop off in the morning, I'll be picking up in the same town and heading for Texas. That will provide 365 miles for Monday. Since recent weeks have involved zero miles for Monday and still wound up in decent shape, I expect a pretty good week this time around.
The drive across Missouri with a 45,000 pound load is definitely a test of patience. Traffic wasn't terribly heavy but it was steady enough to keep me on my toes. When I got to the industrial park in which the customer is located, I was disappointed to see that it was a shitty little area with skinny streets. I found some kind of drop lot down at the end of one of the roads, so I guess this is home for the night.
The lads under the golden dome are unranked for the first time in history when they are at least 4-1. Good. They're also seven point underdogs to a team that was 4-8 last year, while the Irish finished 3-9. Good. Now if only the gamblers can get it up to an eight point spread, I do believe we can get us a victory.
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