This production facility, formerly Baldwin Piano Factory, now houses the Slingerland, Tobias division of Gibson Musical Instruments. Uncle Dan discovers that the Gibson Corporation has opened a factory in Conway, AR. Strange shit like this happens every once-in-a-while. I hope he call the cops or one of his cousin's to get his ass out. The caller ID showed a "private number" so I couldn't report it to the cops. He kept on until I told him tuff shit and hung up. I believe I said, "Well you really need to call the police because I will not help you". "I can't man.I've got some weed on me! Can you help me!?!?!" I told the cat that he was on his own. I told the guy to call the police and you will never guess what he said. Wouldn't you? "I was robbed and they stuffed me in here". I told him that I can help him out and asked how he got in there. Finally I understand, "I'm locked in the trunk of my Cutless " My first thought was the guy was wiring some speakers or something and the lid closed. Says something unintelligible and I ask him to repeat it about five time. EVERY DAMN NIGHT!! I LOVE my mommy! Anyway, it turns out that all I needed was a job with no lunchroom. When I moved in with Nathan and Jroo for a few months adjusting I was 235. I hope this will continue at least to my pre-Little Rock weight. This moving around thing is really great. Well after watching "Super Size Me" I took a trip to the scale and I am freaked. Got down to 260 which I thought was great. Last year, May I think, I was over 280 and couldn't breath very well and wanted to loose some weight. I remember weighting myself after Leslie and I went on our cruise(ALL YOU CAN EAT ICE CREAM). So I eat when I get home then usually go to sleep about 9p.m. Mainly because my wife, who is almost as good a cook as my mommy, is not there to make my lunch. I have been working at Gibson/Tobias for a little over two months. They are betting their financial future on hat and t-shirts sale with Wal-Mart. I guess they don’t care and I’m still feeling like my lungs are not fully recovered yet. These cats wouldn’t control the wood dust the saws and sanders were emitting and were making me sick. What I thought was going to be the best gig ever turned into an asthmatic nightmare. “Lock-picking world Championship”, just reading this headline made me salivate! This is a great little read and kind of gives you an idea of my trade. The asthmatic locksmith Tuesday, February 08, 2005:
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