The Inevitable Return of the Great White Dope
Yeah, whatever.
I'm feeling quite weighed down. (Please, no fat jokes.) All I really know right now is that "Falling Apart" is showing at the Wreck Beach Film Festival, and I'm gunning to attend. That and I've found a good home in regards to taverns. Emily is the #1 bartender, fer sure.
With the impending move (as most have figured out), I'm stressed. I've got a ton on my plate. I just need one good vacation, or one good woman to give me some fun time. It seems like the former is WAY more likely to happen.
If my mind could really sort out everything I've known for the last year and a half or so, I'd end up ruining people. That's a fact. You don't need to ask the fact girl for SHIT.
Either way, Killian's fucking rocks.
Later fuckers.
Labels: drunk, falling apart
hrmmm... a new home bar... with a barkeep named emily... sounds interesting. your view and opinions intrigue me and i'd like to subscribe to your newsletter. yaaar.
Yaaarrr? Good jorb, Joe C, rhymes with Coach Z...ah fuck it.
Emily is da bomb... :)
joe c, joe c, 1-2-1-2.
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