Wait......
There are people who read this? Now I know you're pulling my leg. Of course, if I'm right, that means I'm talking.....writing to myself. A sure sign I've gone off the deep end.
So business as usual I guess.
Last week was not so great. Nothing terribly wrong happened. But I spent the entirety of Wednesday (Wednesdat!) in the clutches of a cruel and vicious fever. "Leave me be" I pleaded. It just laughed and put another cigarette out on my eye. The upshot of which is that now I look like a pirate. I tried getting a parrot to complete the look. Damn thing froze solid on my shoulder. But not before sinking it's talons in. Fucking bird. Took a pair of pliers to get them out.
Thursday, I was on the mend. Not feeling great but no hallucinations either.
Friday, things really took an upswing. I returned to that place where I do that thing for money to find a package. A further investigation revealed a number of items I was to deliver to friends (fuck you guys, I'm keeping all of it). And then I saw it. As beautiful as the day is short this time of year.....
A 12 year old scotch.
Hearty laughter followed. "There is a Satan" I bellowed, much to the growing concern of those around me. This was an act of supreme awesome sauce. And I thank the one responsible (yes, I do know whom it came from) from the bottom of my cold obsidian heart.
Now, I fear, the bottle is closer to empty than full. So another of you fine folk is going to have to step up and soon. Papa needs his medicine.
OH!
The cherry on top. There were cookies......made with booze!
Onward!
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