“More hammered than enamored.” Misheard statement
Fauna: Boat-Tailed Grackles, (duh- we’re in Austin) English Mastiff, Boston Terrier
No show tonight. I’m gonna go all Hemmingway on this post . By which I mean I’m going to keep it succinct, not that I’m going to write overly dramatic metaphors expressing deep-seated insecurities about my manhood and then blow my brains out.
We drove. I got dropped off at the house of two of my dearest friends who moved to Austin about a year ago. I have my own room and a bathroom with no one waiting to use it or commenting on how it had been used. Laundry. Luxurious 3 Sh’s. (first one is shower) Day drinking. Wound up in a Spiritual Bookstore well in my cups. Pursued enlightenment. Failed. Made Monty Python fart sounds. Giggled. Stumbled home. Watched Archer and Home Movies. Slept.
Great evening. Homicidal inclinations reduced by 42%.