Four combat tours and a slew of black ops with the Navy Seal Spetsnaz Rangers. Left the Service and passed some time watching the world go by through the bottom of a Jack Daniels bottle.
An old buddy picked me up off a bar floor somewhere out west of nowhere. Come on in, fella, we need a good man like you.
Didn't tell me he was walking me into the Tennis Integrity Unit.
Don' you go an be no foo'
Get yo bad ass in da TIU.
Thursday, 14 January 2016
Put nice trays and stubbing plates on top of bins to encourage the good Citizen to put out his or her cigarette there
and the dog-ends start to collect on bins that have so such Amenity
and on pretty much anything that sticks out of the pavement.
Which is, if you ask me, a Good Thing.