What it's all about

Moss makes me smile and this is what keeps me going throughout the day. As well the satisfaction of delivering well repaired bicycles and refurbishing old beaters and making them into super whips. My pal the sign painter came through and painted the sandwich board that we now set out on Willoughby Ave. every day.
We got cats to control the mouse problem in the building. Today Angel and I were going to feed the cats and Angel called me over to see what to my horror was the out come of cat vs. mouse '09. There in the empty cat food can was a fat mouse. I lifted the can and that forker jumped out and landed in a bin full of shop vac plastic tubes.
I was livid and wanted to banish the mouse to the beyond and kick the cats out on their lazy tails. I trapped the squealing mouse in the tube and was figuring out a way to dispatch of him. As I set the tube trap on it's end to imprison the mouse in the cylinder, I thought it was not such a good idea to leave him but I wanted a shovel to hold under him so I could give him a better home (preferably 6 feet under was my hope at the time).
He sensed an opening as I walked to get the shovel and BEAST MODE!
He knocked his jail wall down, shot out the tube like a Houston rocket and pulled a stewart little right behind my back as Angel laughed his ass off at my buffoonish attempt to eject a silly little mouse.
Cats 1, Mouse 1, Damian 0
But like Carmello gone fising, I have my rich family life to come home to. My dear son and lovely wife both make me feel so good about myself. Like the Tony Hawk of the bike game.

Then the baby goes "boom boom" and I am knee deep in poopy diapers and screaming Moss again. Ahhh, that's the life.