This Can't Be Good

Probate lawyer called again. No way he'd call on a Saturday if it was good news. I'm not optimistic, and now I gotta go down to his office to "talk." If I don't go, he'll keep calling me, trying to make me feel guilty. I'll go. Shit.

I gotta take the car. I can't land in the parking lot, even on a Saturday, without having to answer more questions than I already do. At least I get to smoke on the way. People are all about safety first, but it helps me drive. I get nervous behind the wheel of an automobile, always have. Besides, it'll help me deal with the lawyer, and he doesn't care if I walk in there all bleary eyed. He gets payed either way.