There's a few songs on there about hanging out with your buddies and getting into trouble. That makes me miss Bricker and Mauricio to a huge degree. It makes me miss Bricker too. We don't hang out as much as we used to. We both spend too much time on girls. That's growing up though.
There's a couple other songs about love, and specifically, love not working out the way you want it to work out. That makes me miss Jenny a lot. I spent a whole lot of time, money and effort on her. Notice, I said spent, not wasted, and that was a conscious decision. She broke my heart, but she's still one of the best girls I've ever seen. And I'm glad we still talk even if it hurts sometimes.
Jimmy having a baby and getting married really throws me for a loop. I want to do that some day, but in the other order. I think Mauricio would tell me my biological clock is ticking. Fuck you, Mauricio.
Anyway. Sorry for the infrequency of the posts and the less than comic quality of the writing. The last time Jenny and I broke up it did something. I can't write anything that's worthy of people seeing.
Guess I lost my Muse, right Babe?
Anyway. Love you guys. All of you. Here's a picture.
That's right. 3 inches of pure pleasure. No, not Bricker, it's a Baby Guinness. My mom made Kahlua in our pantry. Yeah, my mom's hard core. She made moonshine. So I poured the Kahlua most of the way off the shot glass, then I layered some Brady's Irish Cream (better than Baily's) on the top. I think I'm awesome because I can layer drinks. Anyway, here's me drinking said mixological masterpiece.
Slainte.
