Thursday, August 4, 2011

For if I ever saw you, I didn't catch your name

One thing is for certain: I am fairly buzzed. About two hours ago, Fred came home with a bunch of beers and invited me to indulge in some. I obliged. We went out on the porch and were joined by Mike from upstairs. We talked about free will, Ron Paul, rock climbing, self-mutilation, and prison life, among other things. A good time, punctuated by the longest piss in recent memory.

With that, I'm going to leave you to play some music, followed by some reading, and most definitely an episode of Mad Men, which, over the course of four seasons, has been nothing short of sublime. I can't think of one misstep. So, uh, yeah, I'm going to go do stuff. As you were.