I met one of my newest friends for lunch today. Lunch, funny I do not remember eating so much as pounding down drink after drink. I seem to be drinking so very much lately. My poor liver has been assaulted over the past few months - meh..the liver is a resilient organ and I think mine can handle the onslaught of copious alcohol.
Anyway, I got into a drunken gripping conversation with my new bro-friend and we decided that we should both join a branch of the military. We figured (Sam Adams assisted) that we are both manly men and we should be jumping out of planes or carrying AK-47's (remind me to return Hurt Locker to Blockbusters) and not wiping the asses of 80 year old ladies.
Alcohol allows one to dream the dreams sober folk dare not mention. However, the idea still is bouncing around in my head. Maybe a good night sleep will smother the fledgling idea and banish it to the place where all my other far out notions died.
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