survey of what's in my fridge and ice box:
salad dressing and grey poupon.
vodka and frozen corn picked from grandfather's garden last year.
i'm not joking.
i am bored again on a friday night, something that has happened too many times since the start of the new year. and can you believe it's already april? where did calendar Q1 go? but the past few fridays, i've walked to trackside to meet a friend. we talk about guy stuff, or to be blunt the topics are constrained to girls and fucking, and just get drunk. he has one or two of the nice expensive beers with a high alcohol content, and i prefer a stoli vanilla and ice, with a splash of sprite. last week, i caught myself saying, "with a dash of sprite." funny. because we grow tired of talking of the same girls, we pick stumble our way through a few games of pool. playing billiards, something we both suck at and more so than picking up a drunk slut in buckhead, is usually an excuse to people watch in a different area of the bar, with the added advantage of having view of more girls. this is how things are for a thirty year old man, when you're within walking distance to a characteristic, shitty, hole in the wall bar.
vodka and frozen corn picked from grandfather's garden last year.
i'm not joking.
i am bored again on a friday night, something that has happened too many times since the start of the new year. and can you believe it's already april? where did calendar Q1 go? but the past few fridays, i've walked to trackside to meet a friend. we talk about guy stuff, or to be blunt the topics are constrained to girls and fucking, and just get drunk. he has one or two of the nice expensive beers with a high alcohol content, and i prefer a stoli vanilla and ice, with a splash of sprite. last week, i caught myself saying, "with a dash of sprite." funny. because we grow tired of talking of the same girls, we pick stumble our way through a few games of pool. playing billiards, something we both suck at and more so than picking up a drunk slut in buckhead, is usually an excuse to people watch in a different area of the bar, with the added advantage of having view of more girls. this is how things are for a thirty year old man, when you're within walking distance to a characteristic, shitty, hole in the wall bar.