Today was a long and hard day. Evidently my 8 year old is not smart enough to properly mix chemicals for our little lab in the shed out back. He lost a thumb, but that veterinarian down the street said he should get the use of the four finger back in about a month or so. Cost me three of the guns those bikers gave me for that kilo of pot I stole from the cartel. Then my daughter called. I thought it couldnt get worse, but it did. She got beat by a john last night so she wont have any money to give me and her mom for a few weeks. You’d figure at 17, she would know how to defend herself when picking up tricks from craigslist, but I guess not. And yet it goes on. Jimmy down at the chopshop called me and told me not to bring any more cars cuz I guess the last one had a body in it and it scared the mexican he has working there. I sure hope these guys from africa show up for these explosives i cooked up. Dont think i could take another setback today”