I got my motorcycle back finally. Jason said he would fill it up with gas if I loaned him my new ACDC CD. Stewart Swain is all bent out of shape because Hanna Montana is so popular. He’s been working on a novel called Montana Copy longer than she’s been around. We might have to change it to Dakota Copy. I said we should try Florida Copy. He wasn’t interested. I’m not sure what the book is about anyhow – crazy robots I think.
I went to hear a band last night, and on my way home I went off the road, like through a fence actually. No big deal because it was just a big corn field. Problem is, when I looked at my truck this morning the license plate was missing. I think it’s in the field. I’m going to wait until it gets dark and go look for it.
