The right winged teabagging birthers have started getting waaaay too close to my pension and other benefits. So rather that have you guys read stories about me (and some others, I'm sure) with carbines and plenty of ammo on top of a tall building. I have decided to cash in my chips. I will have time to do all those things I said I would do, if I only had the time. Remby will finally get her bbq sauce. Destee will finally have to make good on that promise to cook me a pie. (And I'm spending the night. It's not like we're strangers) I plan on traveling a lot. I plan on writing a series of books on all the stupid things I have done and didnt get caught. Well most of it. I dont think the statutation of limits have run out on some of it. The guys at work have chipped in and bought me a life time supply of Viagra, a cane, a walker and a Hover-round (c). They say I will need all those things to survive. Everyday I find myself not thinking about work and getting really upset if I'm asked to do any. So yes, it's time to go. I've socked enough away, so I wont have to live of cat food. Unless the price of gas continues to go up. Some people are viewing their leaving as a death. I see it as a new beginning. One where I prove to my son that, I too, use to be cool. Where I deliberately speak truth to power. One where I can party like it's 1999. Besides, according to some, the world is ending on the winter solstice of next year. Just my luck.