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Clutch Carlos

  • Mood: Noble
  • Listening to: Mark III [my iPod]
  • Reading: Napkin Nights Volume 5
  • Watching: Buffy the Vampire Slayer, season 3
  • Eating: Everything I found at Fort Briggs
  • Drinking: Milk
A few days ago my friend, Matt aka General Briggs, text'd asking for help. Honestly, he rarely contacts me in any way, shape or forms since I moved out of his crib and into my current crib. I thought he was jailed in Tijuana, divorced, broke, missing a limb. The text requested I call ASAP so that was within 2 minutes of receiving the text. ;) Dude, if you know me, you know I'm sitting on my mobile - the one device I use to communicate with the outside world. Apparently, he made travel plans to fly his wife and newborn daughter, Rily to Phoenix so his 'rents can see her. The original house / dog sitter bailed on them days before departure. They requested I do it from 12/23 (Wed) to 12/28 (Mon) Yes, over Christmas Eve and Christmas. I've always wanted to be clutch for a family that took me in during my divorce; no questions asked. My one opportunity to pay back. It's my last night... the 'boys' (dogs) and the house are as they left them. My mission is complete.

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