It’s 12:30 in the morming and I’ve gone so hog wild with my paper shredder that I’m looking for documents I need. Like my car registration renewal. Can’t fucking find it. That means I gotta spend 2 hours at the DMV this week. I’ve found 3 month old checks, $20 bills and full packs of smokes. But No DMV shit. Damn. Best case scenario? Get there at 7 AM and look like a bum. Be back by 9 and sleep the rest of the day. After I put on the new plates, .mac stickers and Custom X decal. Not much else to do to disguise the only candy apple red Eclipse in Monmouth County from the cops. But I also found a Red Bank PBA donation form. I guess $100 wouldn’t hurt. Wonder how the sticker will work. It’s definitely worth it, as a social experiment. They do good work with the kids. The one thing I know is that if Christine and I get together, the second we have a disagrement, she runs to the cops. And I’m at a loss. That’s why it will never work. Because as soon as she gets mad, she runs to ex-hubby-cop. And I get to sleep on the beach for a weekend. And I gotta buy a gun. Because she’s gonna use him against me.