Well today Troy is having a rummage sale and I have commandeered a table to sell some of my old computer games. None of the good ones. Just some of the stuff I don’t play or the ones that ended up sucking worse than Monica. I won’t make up my investment in the games, but every bit helps.

While the sale goes on I will also be sneaking down to the basement to play some more of Black And White. I’m a little confused by the game. I’m not exactly sure I like it yet. It’s a strange one like the Sims. I was playing at Troy’s yesterday and Troy game down to see what I was doing. And I’m trying to potty train my tiger. I got a weird look from Troy.

So much of the game involves training this pet of yours. I of course haven’t been paying it enough attention. At least that’s what the game tells me. It also seems I have some how taught the tiger to be evil. Although he isn’t super evil, just nasty. It’s like raising a kid. I also seem to really like beating the shit out of my tiger. I’m kind of sick that way.

Anyone else playing this one? If so let me know what you think.

My no bar directive hasn’t really been followed. And when I said no bars, what I really meant was no The Bop. But I guess a part of me wants a second chance to be able to say I’m sorry. Or say something. The fact is I like going to The Bop. I like Bert. She is the best bartender. And she is a nice lady. Also if I’m going to go to a bar I feel that I must support The Bop. I’m a diehard supporter of The Bop.

I also like the people who who hang out there. I have got to know a number of the people who hang out there. Heck some of them I can even call friends. Of course some of them fall under the bar crowd type friends. And that’s not a bad thing.

What else? Did I mention the Izer’s want to set me up on a blind date? I’m thinking about it. It may do me some good. Of course the last date I went on ended up a disaster. And that one wasn’t even a blind date. It’s a long story. Maybe some other time I’ll tell you guys about it.

So far the night has been very quiet. I have walked around the place more times than I can count. Got my fancy suit on. Now I don’t like wearing suits. I don’t feel right in a suit. To me the suit represents authority. And I just don’t like authority types. I got the standard “you look nice” remarks. As opposed to how shitty I look when I’m not wearing the suit.

Also I get a lot of comments how great it is I’m MOD. People think because I’m MOD that they are going to get away with murder. And they are probably right. Except I’m not going to let extreme shit happen. Like goofing off in front of guests. And sure my management skills are a little lax. Maybe lax is the right word. I’m a peon. I don’t have the management outlook. I won’t ever tell someone to “look busy.” It just won’t happen.

And hey I like these quiet nights. Easy money. Paid for eight hours, essentially doing nothing. It’s all good.

So I was going to do the April Fool’s Day prank. Yet I decided that it may have caused more trouble than it would have been worth. So I decided just to forget about it. Maybe next year. I think I only told Ross about the idea I had. So not to many will be disappointed.

Now this bit is entitled “The Truth.” You may wonder why? Well I had to get something off of my chest. A while ago I made a bet with Troy’s Father in law. The bet was that I could stop smoking and stay quit for a year. Forty dollars is on the line. I have lost the bet. On Saint Patrick’s Day I started again. Simple as that. After I finish the pack I’m on, I will quit again.