#whatever

After a few shots of JD and a tallboy or two, a man is bound to say what he really feels. Ha! Opinions. S0, without further ado, what I feel like I admire most about the dive-bar drinkeries of our day lies not in alcohol's bark but its bite. You hear the wildest things man! ..Also it usually works out that the proverbial yackers who relay these wild things are, in fact, wild things themselves.

Take, for example, a tale (over ale) I was told just the other night from a dude who once (allegedly) dropped 10 hits of LCD and locked himself in a porn-filled closet for two months.

Wild.

At this point, you're probably wondering two things: what kind of company I keep, and what's up with the notepad pic - in all of its gibberish glory? It's actually a shot of Twitter in the early years (circa '06), before the balding. Maybe. I stole the image from Wiki, so don't bank on it. But really, how did we go from talking to just ughhhh tweeting?

__________ + 'light bulb' moment (i.e. notepad gibberish) = Twitter

2 month acid trip in perverted closet + 'light bulb' moment (i.e. notepad gibberish) = Twitter...?


[bit of a stretch]