Landstar So Far

I have concluded the only way to escape the nightmarish cactus hell that was inflicted upon me is to move to Las Vegas and become a professional gambler.

I will of course need two women, one sexy witch, one cat woman, for daily therapy, along with a few ounces a day of medical marijuana.

My attorneys are working up a figure now.

 

The large tabby has gone into frenzy.

You guys don't understand what this means.

It's literally every man for himself when this happens.

It growls like a mountain lion when this happens, and literally crawls across the ceiling, ricocheting off of everything.

I think this is brought on because we're in Indiana.

Casper is afraid.

 

She's fixed. Remember the Tasmanian Devil on Bugs Bunny? It's kinda like that.

 

Dave is tired. 17 stop load. Around Chi town.

Almost a whole day ahead of schedule with most of the hard part behind me.

Have yet to pay a penny for tolls, and have accomplished something I've wanted to do for the longest time, and that is find a reasonable way through without topping the trailer or being on a weight restricted road.

I did just dead head out 22 miles to a TA and eat $14.00 for a parking spot though.

Mmmmmmm Tylenol delicious.

 

This the second time ever.

And there was a perfectly good shopping center, but they had tow signs everywhere.

And this is a place where everyone feeds off one another.

So discretion, the better part Valor today.