"The way your dad looked at it, this watch was your birthright. He'd be damned if any of the slopes were gonna get their greasy yellow hands on his boy's birthright. So he hid it in the one place he knew he could hide something: his ass. Five long years, he wore this watch up his ass. Then when he died of dysentery, he gave me the watch. I hid this uncomfortable piece of metal up my ass for two years. Then, after seven years, I was sent home to my family. And now, little man, I give the watch to you."- Captain Koons, Pulp Fiction

What a goddamned week. I'm looking to do a whole lot of not being at work this weekend. I'm getting new tires on the car tomorrow. I'm stoked about that. The car will pull the mothagrabbin G's again with great vengeance and furious anger. It's still no Corvette Zed Ought Six, but shit......my day will come.