My own stink has roused me out of bed to take some sort of action. Like Howard Hughes putting the pieces together to make a coherent court appearance, I will muster the courage to shower, possibly shave, and retire back to Hulu, finishing off Season One of SPACED. It isn’t entropy, but it isn’t exactly crossing a threshold. Boredom has its place in sobriety, which is the exact reason staying sober is difficult. Well, that, genes, and something terrible occurring during childhood. Either way, one man’s withdraw from society is another man’s dusting off his American flag outfit to drink 38 Old Styles and throw firecrackers lit off a Camel at a nine year old kid’s feet. Happy Fourth.
Deserving of absolutely nothing, guilty of everything.
Ask me anything
