Good Old J-3

I went to sleep at 3:30 A.M. last night.

Some of my co-workers are cool and good friends, but I wasn’t interested in them on this beautiful Friday. It was all about J-3.

If J-3 was a chick, I’d be married by now.

J-3 has worked me for approximately $1050.00 since we moved to the second floor.

Whenever J-3 steals my money, I kick J-3 right in the mid-section with a roundhouse that I learned from the great Walker Texas Ranger.

I find it extremely hard to go a day without J-3. I might as well do shots of Nyquil at lunchtime.

J-3 is not emotionally tied to me although every time J-3 runs out, I cry. Then I fall asleep.

I think J-3 has my fingerprint forever molded into it.

I’ll be leaving J-3 behind this weekend. But I can guarantee that come Monday morning, I will be pumping another $1.75 into J-3 in return for an hour full of adrenaline.