My vacation is almost over. I spent it running errands and dealing with the grumpiness of The Remote Control Terrorist. In his never-ending plot to irritate me to the point of planting an axe in his forehead while he’s sleeping, the man upped his game.
He decided to schedule having all his teeth pulled in preparation for dentures. DURING MY VACATION!
I ran errands for him while he had his teeth pulled, then as instructed went home to await his call. I had just enough time to sit down with a cup of coffee and a smoke when the phone rang.
Remote Control Terrorist: Mumble, mumble.
Me: Do you need me to pick you up?
Remote Control Terrorist: MOWRRRRWUHAHRRRR!
Me: On my way.
He wins. I give up. The only thing that’s keeping me going at this point is anticipation of the release of the documentary Watch Me Play. Like I don’t get enough Brian Christopher. For the record, I don’t. Brian doesn’t criticize my political leanings. He doesn’t play Rush too damn loud. He doesn’t watch Judge Judy (at least not in my presence) and hopefully never has or will. He doesn’t get his fucking teeth pulled WHILE I’M ON VACATION. He just posts entertaining and relaxing slot machine videos. It’s enough.
The release date of Watch Me Play is April 19 and I’ll be writing about it at that time. Thanks to A Story To Tell Production for giving me Christmas in April.