Wow. I was actually thinking more like 37%. And when I was in the hospital I did have a dream about setting up a will. Pretty sure that was the same night I had the dream about the hamburger. You know...as much as everyone freaks out about that sort of thing it really didn't take more than a few seconds in my dream. Then again, I don't really have anything. Cal got the bike and parts laying on the bench, floor, and shelves. (who loves you buddy?). Feel free to grab any of your tools you see laying around (by the way that one crimping tool was busted when I took it out of the box). One friend got all my fly fishing gear and another got the tying supplies. A random homeless person was going to receive my beard balm, oils, trimmers, shears, brushes, and combs. A guy I used to work with got my framed movie poster from "A River Runs Through It" (signed by Brad Pitt and Robert Redford). Does anyone want the oil based self-portrait hanging in my garage? It's a picture of me. That's why it's a self-portrait. Let me know guys. There's also some nice ball caps, and a really slick coffee mug I just got too. Hardly used.
And Cal would just stand there in complete awe and dismay at the engineering and wiring feats of genius that I have competently executed on the bike thus far. I gotta tell ya, sometimes I just stand there and run my fingers through the wires like a child would comb the hair of a favored doll.
