I Can't Drive Like I'm 55

     It's time to begin the 30th anniversary of turning 25. For those of you that skipped math class for those 12 long years in high school, that means I'm turning 55 or I as like to call it, fifty fucking five. Now I know if I said it once,  I've said it a thousand times, but it sure beats the alternative, an eternal dirt nap. So, with all that being said, I am pleased to announce the beginning

Lazy Is As Lazy Does

     I have come to the conclusion that I don't blog much. I know this may come as a complete shock to most of you, but it's true. I do that Facebook and Twitter thingamajig enough, okay, sometimes, but blogging with real fancy words and such, well, it just ain't happening much anymore. By the time I come up with an idea about a story I want to write, it is so far in the past, I end up scrapping

Bow Wow Wow, Yippee Yo Yippee Yay

                                                                         "Sick as a dog"

     I take great pride in not getting as sick as much as everybody else does out there in beer land. When I even think I'm getting a scratchy throat,  I got my Zinc lozenges on standby along with my Vitamin C. But this year,  something was different. It felt like I had something for a long time, but it was