Spending my fathers day with my neighbor Daniel, rocking out to country music on my big screen, getting drunk. He gave me a box to hold my truck tools, and cut out portions I didn't need with a cool hand held saw.

It's a trip having a mechanical genius for a neighbor, and friend. He broke one of my table flat things last night, from a cup slamming contest, and copped to it this morning. We hugged, shook hands, and moved on.

He's heading off shortly for a dinner with his wife and kids, but I got me a fathers day text from my boy. Not sure what happens next...

What happened to the in shape dude from last summer? Down the drain! God help me...