this time of year

If you were to say this is my favorite time of year regarding the newspapers, you’d be a fucking liar.

The papers are FAT this weekend.  I spent over an hour and a half downtown, standing around, waiting for the p.o.s papers, 116 bundles of the Sunday First Editions.  Thank god no one had the nerve to say "you’re late" when I brought the papers to the various stores, cuz I’d a bitten their stupid heads off, maybe.  I couldn’t decide how I was going to react to that stupid statement – like I don’t already KNOW the damn papers are late.  And the traffic today!  Jesus fucking christ, every idiot with a car is out on the roads today.

To top it off, every motorcycle in the city and the surrounding areas is here – must be Thousands of them.  Today was the "Toy Run" or something, and every bike in town except my friend Alan’s is out and about today.  I drove around where they were congregating, and that added some time to it – seven fucking hours to drop off the ^$*&^ papers, and I hope to god they sell – I don’t want to see any more Sunday papers today.

The retailers are desperate to entice people to buy their knicknacks and bullshit items, and the papers are FULL of slick, glossy ads that want to slide right out of the papers.  I fully expect the papers to be EVEN fatter – last year, on the weekend before Christmas, they were in bundles of FIVE.

I don’t have anything good to say today, so I’ll leave it here.

They better fucking well sell out, cuz I’ll have more tonight/tommorrow morning to drop off.

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