I'm in the scuppers with a hose-pipe.

Another week dirt-kicked and in lieu of our attendance forfeit of tonight's smokers' meetup, this Friday evening is likely to bear more gray carousal riddled with anti-cop stories and impending collapse (right after a nice conversation surrounding mortgages, real estate, and snack vending).

I've still one (1) extra trackside ticket for tomorrow's Rollergirls bout, if anybody has the itch. Last Saturday our rollers embarrassed Lincoln's No Coast Derby Girls at the rate of 170-22 on their own turf; it is bound to be brutal. Post-wards, poker, too.

Anyways, don't let it fool you.

Materiam superabat opus.

-Brenn