It's 3:58AM and I am wide awake what can it be... I know what it is, I smell a coal stove for sale. It's a definite aroma, the nose starts to twitch and I can't sleep. Hmm, Plattsburgh that is only 252 miles away and I can be up there in time for breakfast. The hairs on the nape of my neck are standing right up. Just as I suspected, a slimy sneaky Mainer is trying to usurp me, aint going to happen buddy. So something socket in Maine is logistically horrible. It will take him at least 8 hours for him to get there. He will probably have to drive through Canada and our brilliant border security will strip him and do a body cavity search and that will slow him down some more. Victory is mine I can feel it, I'm pumped.
So I already made a flask of coffee, I got my driving gloves and my driving hat and the truck is outside warming up.... another score I AM salivating. Perhaps I will pop in and see FF on the way up, I have the time. The weather is perfect another CN score coming right up I just know it... Now there is a nagging thought here.... I just know I have forgotten some minor detail I am sure you all know the feeling. What can it be? Think Simon think. Damn I remember now, I have no money left, c rap. I am saving it all for my big Wilson bills coming up real soon. Oh well, back to bed.
Hey the rest of you with actual cash left, get up there. That's a lot of stove for very little money.