#smells_like_juan

A typical day starts by checking all my equipment. I have to make sure my medi-gun is functioning properly or I'll get an earful. Who needs that, right? Second, I make sure that my Blutsauger is loaded with syringes, because honestly I just don't know what's going to happen out there. Finally, I sharpen my Übersaw. Just in case, you know? haha lol So once I'm suited up, I usually have to listen to my little brother (he's a Scout) rattle on and on about his skateboard or something. He's usually hopped up on five (5) energy drinks by noon. Sometimes I try to slip him a sedative, but he moves too damn fast. Heading out the door for another day. Immediately, I had to run and heal my friend George. He was so busy firing rockets at Blue that he didn't even noticed that he had been shot several times over. He's not the smartest guy in the world, but he's got a good heart. The day was going pretty well, until my friend Russell caught an arrow through his eye. I spent probably two (2) hours getting that out of his head. Probably going to have to fit him for a glass eye. OWNED! What do you expect from a filthy Australian? By the end of the day, I was basically just handing out medicine for migraines. I'm pretty sure my little brother was hitting everyone with baseballs. He really needs to be more careful. So after a long day of healing the sick and wounded, I headed down to the beach and enjoyed a cup of tea with my life-partner Juan.