Alas maties, as the years roll by I have killed the throttle a bit. In the days of useless spending and co-location of the Lowbar Patriarchs, it was no doubt the norm to be abnormal. My personal achievement in spontaneous inebriated heinocity© can be rivaled by few. Running through the streets with screams and waving arms, diving through trimmed hedges, driving at breakneck speeds to make the Crown Room before the redeye – it don’t matter. But now I got the note, or notes, and travel to distant lands [repeatedly], so spontaneity is escaping me. I will do my part to part with sobriety on a more regular basis, I promise.
cha nee noooo
Plink, plink, plink, kersploosh!
