Ugh
Don't make me go back to Georgia. I. Don't. WANNA.

Sigh. Getting up at the asscrack of dawn tomorrow to start the long-as-fuck drive from Dallas back to Savannah. I guess I have to stop in Alabama, because fuck the TRiPS report, I'm getting as far as I can before I stop for the night, which will hopefully be Rucker or somewhere along those lines. Then it's sign in from leave by midnight on the 2nd and shoulder back to the plow on the 3rd.

Aw, shit. I can't stop and stay on base at Rucker. I've got a .22 rifle, a 410 shotgun, and a 1911 .45 sitting in my trunk accompanying me back to the house on Wilmington Island. THAT would be awkward.

"Uh, sir, what's u...

Ugh
Don't make me go back to Georgia. I. Don't. WANNA.

Sigh. Getting up at the asscrack of dawn tomorrow to start the long-as-fuck drive from Dallas back to Savannah. I guess I have to stop in Alabama, because fuck the TRiPS report, I'm getting as far as I can before I stop for the night, which will hopefully be Rucker or somewhere along those lines. Then it's sign in from leave by midnight on the 2nd and shoulder back to the plow on the 3rd.

Aw, shit. I can't stop and stay on base at Rucker. I've got a .22 rifle, a 410 shotgun, and a 1911 .45 sitting in my trunk accompanying me back to the house on Wilmington Island. THAT would be awkward.

"Uh, sir, what's up with all this firepower in your trunk?"

"Oh, those? How'd they get in there?"

"Er, we're gonna have to ask you to pull around over here and one sec...hey, yeah, we're gonna need a couple more units here Sarn't...ok sir, step out of the car, please?"

Nope, that wouldn't go well.

Dammit.