December 8, 1983
Woke up this morning with a nasty hangover... wasn't in the mood to do much of anything, much less have a heart to heart with Mike, who jumped on me the second I walked into the kitchen. He was going on about how I have to get myself together, for the boys... but he seemed more concerned about the garage than anything else. Accusing me of phoning it in, you've barely been in to work... No kidding I've barely been in to work... My wife is dead, something horrible happened to her, maybe my boys are at risk too... how can I forget about all that and go to work, for God's sake?
Anyway I told him he could have it. That stopped him cold - You're telling me you're gonna give up your life's work over this? Watch me Mike. It's yours.
John Winchester · Sat Jul 08, 2006 @ 05:20pm · 0 Comments |