Butter on the top. Toasted twice she wants. My 300 pound Samoan cat looks the other way.

My assistant, a hundred pound nine year old, runs chores.

I was biking in Irvine. With a jigsaw slung on my shoulder, safety glasses on my forehead, cheap tainwanese calipers sticking from my shirt pocket. I realized, I am Hunter Stockton Thompson as an Irvine dad.

I saw the HST biography recently on Netflix, and am reading the biography of same name.

I resume work tomorrow on a high power CB radio that destroys tissue for doctors. Through slim tubes they stick into your inflated abdomen. The tools follow scripts. Its the most advanced thing in the world, and I'm very glad I didn't have to find a new job doing something less.