O'Douls

One time we snagged a six-pack of O'Douls from Circle A and boy, did we get hammered. I must've downed like a whole can all by myself. Chewy said he saw pink elephants and shit but I think he got that from watching cartoons. Joe kept giggling like a hyena and started hocking loogies, saying the alcohol gave it extra body and range. Yeah, we were total outlaws. Badasses. Even back then we knew we were destined for bigger and badder things. Like Zima.

Rules and Regulations...

Initially, I'd planned on making this a weekly essay. As it turns out, it's more a weakly written essay with the regularity of something that doesn't appear every week. Poor blogging skills is, I'm told, a sure road to obscurity. And Lord knows how much I want that. My goal here has always been to reach the safe as milk mainstream and to put a little love in your heart. In that order. So please, stand by and bare with the inconsistencies that is known as my attention span...

As it stands, I will use this space online to post random things from time to time... I welcome your comments as well as your criticism.