It’s 85 degrees, gas is 2.60 a gallon, all the bills are paid and I got it made in the shade. No screaming, no arguments, just me and my own judgement. As I’ve said all along, I was always a fiscal conservative, a penny saved is a penny earned and all that jive. Well guess what, not one argument about the job I do, or the money I make since the divorce, it’s a beautiful thing. The money goes in the bank and that’s it, no more bullshit. This lady was taking me to cleaners for years. Then there was money to be made upon the event of my death, plus the house, that’s all I know.
For that reason I don’t speak to my ex wife or my sister, fuck them they’re out. Like Michael in Godfather Two with Fredo and Kaye. It’s over and if you mess with me I’ll unleash a shitstorm on you that will make you with I had died. That’s all.
