It looks like I'm heading back to Dawson as soon as my little hobby plays itself out. Why?

Because Paul (not the other Paul - this is the older one I don't think I've ever mentioned here) wants me to come run his buisness for him.

I know! Ignoring the fact I've only worked for him a few times doing odd jobs, and literally have no experience in the spray-in box liner buisness, it seems odd that I would be his first go-to for what amounts to "Chosen One of Dawson's Workforce". Provided all goes exactly according to plan, I will not only be making literally twice what I made at the casino, but I will also have a free place to live, a car, and will eventual "take things over".

Now, this could all fall through, but that's ok, because on the same day, I got another great job offer doing basically the same thing I'm doing now - being a slacker and gardener. It pays much less, but hey, how can you go wrong?

Anyway, I think it's pretty funny that my life to this point has rewarded the "don't worry about it too much, and it will work out" tactic of living. Not only has it been more or less completely devoid of any moral lessons, but it's invariably shown me that it's both more enjoyable and better in the long run to not really have any.

And Lisa didn't believe me when I said things tend to work out with me and money.