A weekend or two ago I arrived at Jackhammer and the front door woman (in a voice that can only be described as three packs a day) said, "Your license expires at the end of this month!" I nodded, smiled, took my ID back, and scrambled up to the bar to order a screwdriver (which has apparently become by Summer 2009 Official Alcoholic Beverage of ( Read more... )

I suppose I should post something given my lack of anything substantive for most of December. I blame November - it nearly killed me between struggling through a horrible narrative along side the two times my body revolted against me in a most vile manner. That aside, I guess it's time I start getting back into the groove of writing more often. It' ( Read more... )