Today they brought in a guy to interview for the position that will replace me. I eyed him up real good. He seemed a bit squirrelly, but, in a pinch, I think I could take him. Might need to throw sand in his face first, but alls fair etc…"Thems some pretty big shoes to fill.", I implied with a furrowed brow as I eyed him up, and then glanced down at my feet. "You think you got the muster?", I conveyed with my cocked shoulders. I'm not completely sure, but It looked like fear in his eyes. "Punk!", I gestured with my sideways grin as I walked away. I think he got the point.

"Being replaced?" you ask. Indeed! Found an apartment out east, and leaving the Midwest behind…heading back to the land of drunken smoking Wilkies. Well, most of them are dead by now, but there's some Wilkie's left out there. No Sleep 'till Brooklyn.