Two Voices Fighting In My Head Over Friday

Speaking of voices in ones head, I was with the wifey at the grocery, standing behind a little guy. Both his hands were full. He had a glock in a holster, unsecured on his belt in the middle of his back. I asked the wife, "Guess what my voices are telling me to do"? She said"Better not grab that gun and fire off a few rounds". "Close." I responded. The li'l feller gave me a little stink eye. And I said, "And there'd be nothing you could do about it." then laughed. more like cackled.

 

Dude I know the feeling. Last week I was pretty stressed out at work so my wife suggested I take a day off and go surfing, there were some nice chest high waves I was missing out on. I ended up not going due to the demands at work. This week it hasn't gotten any better so I said F it and told my boss I won't be in on Thursday, cause I "have something I need to do". SURF!

 

I've had that conversation (silently) with myself a couple of times in close proximity to an unwitting po po. My wife was not there to witness my stupidity. It would be fun, at first. I'm not terminal, I have no death wish, so no worries. Just the ole punker in me wanting to get rad.