Del here. Man I am bummed. I just got a call from Dale about the bad luck man. Man, if it wasn't fer bad luck, he wouldn't have none eh. Havin ta go to work eh? Frig me. He had to take a job at the Irving as a pump monky. Life sucks eh? He was so disstrot that he wanted to go back to jail full time so he pumped a bunch a gas fer his buddies fer IOU's and they didn't even fire him cause they said the IOU's were okay as a first mistake. I told him to make like he was dum and let it go. I figger they are in kahoots with that hosebitch CD and she wants him fer ta be out, right. So she can get a head. Get it man? Get a head eh. Get it? I told you I was the card in the famillee. So anyway man, they put him on B&B, that's broom and bucket down east eh, and stockin shelfs and whatnot ware he will always be in camera. So, like, I asked him ta draw me a floor layout on accounta I was thinking bout openin up a store, eh. They got a NBLCC Agency there an they even got a big walk right in beer fridge. So, they must take a lot of cash in. And that's the kind of place I wanna open up. Anyway, like, I got a lot a work ta do. I gotta pop an engine, tranny, wheels, shocks, axles, the works man. I am havin a yard sale and there's only so many hours left before dark. Don't let the ref see ya. Later man.