Been swamped with work. Hard to even think any more. So much to do and no time to do it. Been living half the time down with Michael and Sugar down at the “Love Shack” might as well call that, hell Michael does so much singing.  Worked my whole life, worked hard, but this survival is enough to leave a man ragged.  I got bunk beds to build for Michael’s growing group.  I got cages I promised for the owner of the diner. Now Chief Briggs wants a jail built up in the hospital. I am thinking, I may find I was hoisted on my own petard on that one. Ha! Damn I am smart.  So it is find the materials, long lengths of metal pie, rebar, and got to get that damn welding set again from the garage lady. Shit, wonder what that will cost me. I wish I had a proper welder for this job.  This will be no easy task I can tell you.  On top of that I got women troubles. My “sister” Sugar is a handful, pregnant teenager and all, why she and my Serena are like Ethel and Lucy in crack. That ain’t completely fair, Sugar is a sweetheart and well a good little leader and ain’t nobody no more about eating right off the land than Serena.  Damn lucky I guess but with Sugar pregnant and then Serena realizing her patch ran out a week ago and us fucking like rabbits, man might well decide to go on a bender, BUT no, no I aint’ gonna be my father. Nope, I am gonna man up and stand by my new wife Serena and come what may protect her from several billions walkers and what ever thugs think to try their luck with my hammer and knife.  Holy Hell, this is a hell of a life.