Saturdays are my day off. As much as I can get a day off. I wrote this one off about noon. Whiskey in the afternoon can be liberating.
You know what happened today?!? People had birthdays!
If they hadn’t closed Coney Island, this would have never made the news.
Icarus flew too high.
I may never go outside again.
Nuts need to be punched, wood chippers and rusty chainsaws need to be employed and survivors need to be fired.
Sometimes, Saturday night can be lonely.