Songwriters Festival takes over downtown this weekend, so I drove in early to claim my table before the crowds figure out this room exists. Quiet bar, good whiskey, front-row seat locked up. You'd sit through every set with me, wouldn't you, babe? đ
Pool tournament at The Old Beach Bar tonight and I already ran the table twice â nobody warns you the ex-cop plays dirty. I haven't missed a shot since I got here. Come rack 'em for me, daddy đ
IRONMAN week and the barricades are already going up by the pier, so I ran the course like I still had a detail to staff. Old habits, better view. Come catch me at the finish line, babe đ
Costume's back in the box so I followed the chrome to the fairgrounds car show instead â old habit, I already told one owner his exhaust is getting a citation. Slide over, I'm driving, daddy đ
Cruise docked and the night's just warming up â Fright Crawl is about to get a badge it didn't ask for. Cuffs are coming with me, obviously. Come lose the costume contest to me, daddy đ
Candy bowl's loaded, one eye is done, and the costume's still on its hook because I work better under pressure. Tonight I plan on being the scariest thing on the water. Come get tricked with me, daddy đ
Final costume fitting before tonight's party and the shirt lost its last button. Cuffs are clipped and I'm not zipping anything up until somebody makes me, babe. đ
Up before the sun walking the docks at St. Andrews like I'm still running first shift â tonight's haunted sunset cruise launches right here and I already scoped which boat is mine. You'd ride the dark water with me, wouldn't you, daddy? đ
Sushi's gone, TV's still on, and I stopped caring about the rest of the world about ten minutes ago. You'd walk in and finish what I started, wouldn't you, daddy? đ
Costume try-on round two and the duty belt still fits better than the shirt wants to. Halloween is close enough now that I'm running out of reasons to zip this back up. Rate the fit, daddy. đ