Choke on it

And so begins the descent of this formerly respectable bloggish sort of thing into disreputable drunken stupor. So great a thing it once was, but now the snow lies upon the bouts of the Bookcliffs, and the various tramps lay viscous upon my mind. Good thing their nature allows them to slide off easy and more or less inconsequential.

And I miss a woman. A real woman. She has a real ass. She lacks technological anatomical “improvement.” Too bad it won’t work out. Unfortunate that these currents, the underlying wash and swash of living that people mistake for fate, cleaves us asunder. I can’t help but feel the universe is letting me down.

I will be honest.

Being drunk is a little awesome.