I Never Half Step. (Because I’m Not a Half Stepper.)


April 10, 2015 by sandwichcontrol

I drink a lot of soda so they call me Dr. Pepper.

I think it might be Cassattack’s birthday. If so, Happy Birthday. If not, Happy Birthday anyway!

This day is a half-step off. And it is dumb.

The Blacksmith had family stuff this morning, so I ran workout for me and Remy Steel. We tried out the Level 2 exam. Three words. Fuck. That. Shit.

The first thing on the test is 35 push-ups. Right out of the gate.

Sir, I’d like you to begin by doing all of the push-ups.

How many?



Technically, I passed the exam. It wasn’t an official exam because the Blacksmith wasn’t there, but still, I did it. And it was rough.

A brutal workout coming on the heels of a restless night’s sleep.

Now the truck’s back in the shop having her brakes worked on. Depending on when she gets done getting her brakes did, I’ve got work and whatnot. In the mean time, I’m going to take a shower and reread “The Stranger” because I haven’t done that in way too long. Then, I’m going to reread “Siddhartha”. Those two books. It’s been too many years since I’ve read them.

Tomorrow is my trip to Shooting Star Press. And goodies.

See ya’ tomorrow.

More soon. ~SC

1 comment »

  1. Dave says:

    Funny, I been vibin off that Tribe shit for days.

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