And you still wear faded blue jeans and those god-awful clodhopper shoes.

He didn't properly announce himself. Whatever that means. Bottom line - it's his fault.

I was. I'm the property owner.

Once they get that dart out of his seat cushion, this is going to be trouble.

God has just given me such an amazing journey and able to play; it's been so much fun. I'm having a blast!

I don't have anything against work. I just figure, why deprive somebody who really loves it.