Well I’m up and I’m writing…this must be some spectacular weed. It has to be like two in the morning. Things have been quiet at the fish joint lately. If I’m being honest the shit is kind of making me paranoid.

Doris has been being real nice to me lately. She even let me turn off the Grammys to watch some college hoops.

Dig this… she picked me to be her spades partner tonight. After the incident I thought she would never play with me again. Those old bags in the red hats take their cards very serious.

Damn shame what happened to Ethel.  I’m telling you those old broads take their cards very serious.

Shit Doris tried to choke me down at the fish joint about a week ago, I mean she was really talking about sticking me. You know she keeps that thirty-eight in her purse, she kept flashing it at me when we were playing cards the other night.

Fuck you Pink Panther I don’t suck at spades!

Man you don’t know how rough it is…the fish business is fucking dangerous sometimes.

Pass me a beer.

You need to slow down man, I know you’re a stuffed animal but you might need to check into some kind of rehab facility.

But then again I’m drinking beer and smoking pot with a stuffed animal.

Fuck you! I know you’re the stuffed animal that pays the cost to be the boss, but that doesn’t make it any less strange.

Whatever man I’m going to bed that was the last beer, and I gotta open up the fish joint in the morning.

I’m out.

-Old Skool Joe