I Dub This, Alpha-Male Bad Behavior Day!

Thursdays are my slow day, or light day, or whatever it seems reasonable to call it. I only have a single class, so I am at loose ends most of the day. Today, I got the added pleasure of having the ranch to myself.
Its been a cold, grey, windy sort of day, and I gave a lot of thought early this morning to simply blowing off class. Standing out in the cold wind, feeling the rocking punch of the .45 in my hands, seemed much more appealing than driving an hour and a half just to fall asleep in Psychobiology of Sex class. Not to imply that monkey fucking and rat humping is not interesting, it is, it just puts me to sleep. But, I had groceries to buy, and a package of cigars waiting for me at the post office, so if I was going to make the trip, I told myself I should also go to class.
The drive into town was unpleasant. Dirt roads are rarely easy to drive, you cant really be a bad driver, but they are quite enjoyable – It’s the other idiots on the road that cant drive, that ruin things for the rest of us. So, after hitting a couple rocks getting out of said idiots way, the truck felt like it was trying to drive three directions at once, none of them the one in which I was steering. Once I hit the tarmac, it wasn’t improved much, and it looked like a storm might be blowing in, so I ran to the post office, got my cigars, turned her around and headed her the other way to the grocers, got steaks, and came home.
Driving home I lit up one of my cigars (an aged Onyx Churchill, very nice smoke) and just cruised. The skies cleared, and the road seemed to stretch on for a hopeful forever. I ran out of road before I ran out of cigar, so I smoked while I went around the house building up fires in the fireplace and old woodstove, and then set about preparing to cook my steaks.

This is a fine afternoon. There are thick hunks of red meat ready for the cooking, meditating upon themselves in a pan of whiskey and spices. There is a fine cigar between my fingers. There is a liter of cola, a bottle of sweetened lime juice and a bottle of rum setting on the counter waiting the start of cooking, so I can have a drink while I work. I have skipped class, shot guns, smoked tobacco, and will drink alcohol and eat red meat before the day is over. This Thursday, is Alpha-Male Bad Behavior Day. It is wonderful.