Tres really does read my blog.

So I always give Tres a hard time because he never reads my blogs.

Well, I was wrong. 

Apparently he does.

Last week homeboy pops in my house, takes my lap top and says my last post sounded sad.

and so, he wrote me a story how his morning had gone,

which we're going to call his contribution to the Chronicles.

This morning as I filled my car with some extremely overpriced gasoline I was approached by a women at the next pump. As she approached I knew that the ensuing conversation would not be a normal one because the very large creepy smile on her face said she was either a coke head or a member of the mormon church ,she asked me if I would like to know "the truth" about the good word. Before I could shut her down as millions before me had she was already shoving a pamphlet into my face saying to take it and read it in my spare time. So being the polite young gentleman you all know me to be I accepted and went along thinking that I had another piece of mormon text that was neither informative nor had anything of real truth on it so I went on with my morning. An hour or so later I was driving down the main drag on my way home and I may have cut an extremely overweight women off in her minivan, or as I like to call them "automotive birth control", but I digress. So she pulls up next to me and proceeds to roll down her window and yell at me for my "aggressive driving" and how I could kill someone", and running through my mind are all the terrible unforgivable things I was planning on telling her if she didn't stop running her garbage disposal of a mouth. Then it came to me, the greatest idea. So as she is yelling I turn to her, smile, grab the pamphlet in the passenger seat and say, "Do you think I can have a few moments of your time to tell you about the truth of the good word?" Her eyes grew beyond description and I took the pamphlet tossed it into her window and drove away. The moral to this story is that mormons are the ultimate get out of jail free card. Your welcome everyone for this, but remember use it sparingly. The good word gets around.  

Charming, I know.

Yeah, that's a keeper.