The dark mutterings of a former mild-mannered reporter for a large metropolitan daily newspaper, now living in obscurity in central Indiana.
Tuesday, July 17, 2007
I woke up this morning and I got myself a beer
Well, not exactly.
Maria fixes herself a Coke Zero on ice for the drive to work every morning. She got distracted - probably by the dogs fussing - this morning and opened a beer by mistake. She was prepared to dump it down the kitchen sink, since it was about 9 a.m. and I'd just put a pot of coffee on.
But being a Cancerian, I couldn't bear the thought of throwing away a perfectly good beer. So I had a Keystone Ice for breakfast.
As Jim Morrison said, completing the thought in Roadhouse Blues, "The future's uncertain and the end is always near."
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