thebottle Blog

I find myself displaced once again; I find myself in a redneck bar all alone. The music is good, Chuck Berry, Tom Petty, Supertramp, oldies and classic rock are the majority in this bar. I may be able to enjoy the night with this music. The bar is packed, 6 cougars sit across the bar from me facing my direction, all of them with white hair. An older couple sits on the end enjoying a large meal of fish and fries, and later a man and 2 women come in from the patio and sit next to me, but for now I sit alone. Read the rest of this entry »

I got a tattoo last week, “l’homme est libre au moment qu’il veut l’être” across my belly in black ink. It didn’t cost me anything, my brother’s girlfriend was kind enough to do it for free. I must say, she did a good job, as I like it.

My brother invited me over to his place to drink. He picked me up around 11 or 12, I don’t remember. We’ve talked of fighting some big talking whisperers, but after witnessing his sleeping, drinking, and working habits I’m inclined to believe he would fight like a girl. Read the rest of this entry »