I try to get away from alcohol.
It just has a knack for finding me.

As evidenced by the 11 drinking flasks I own now.
The most recent one featuring the words "Holy Water" on the front along w/ a picture of Jesus.
Which makes me wonder: what would Jesus put inside here.
Probably wine.
Change it back to water at sobriety check points.
That man could party.

Just wanted to make an official post thanking all the peeps that sent greetings my way and/or helped me celebrate the anniversary of the day I got forced out of my mother's uterus.
My liver might hate you, but I don't.
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I have no idea what my magic number is at the moment.
I do know I don't mind claiming my younger brother as blood now.
It's the older one that's adopted.

Monday consisted of a mini-road trip to Santa Barbara.
I figured out I actually enjoy driving the Miata if I have the roof down.
'Specially when I'm taking the coastal route up.
The PCH tags on an extra hr. but the fresh sea breeze makes it worth it.

Spoketopia 2
It's a showcase of the students from the first nationally credited collegiate course on Spoken Word.
I hate my brother an' his college.
Because I never had access to spoken word during my collegiate years, I've always had to road trip to Costa Mesa.
But now I'm letting bitterness sidetrack me...
I enjoyed it overall.
Great balance of humor an' deeper pieces.
My brother rocked the mic an' the stage that just had the audience stupefied by his brilliance.
Which, again, is why I'm okay w/ him being related to me.

The multi-talented Mose brothers.
Leave it up to me to have a 5min piece talking 'bout my love for the upper half of women called "Hurrah for Boobies."
Leave it up to my brother to start off the last piece of the night with the words: "I want to eat your pussy."
Between us, we cover the entire spectrum of women.

But let's backtrack for a minute...
I got to sit next to who I basically refer to as my future sister-in-law.
And then my brother bursts out his final piece.
Akward hilarity ensued.
Hilarity for me.
Akward for the girlfriend an' all of their friends sittin' around us.

Now let's backtrack even more an' set this up properly...
Younger Mose steps up the mic, makes sure he's properly under the spotlight.
"This one's kind of a difficult piece for me because it makes me all emotional..."
*pause*
"I want...."
*pause*
"I want..."
*pause*
*encouragement from the crowd*
I almost yell out: do it for your poppa!
"I want to eat your pussy!"
I could see her face turning red in the dim theatre lighting.

Bravo to my brother.
Helluva way to end your performance career at UCSB.

More writings headed your way.
My problem is, I edit too much.

For now, a selection from my archives of useless dialogue:
Everything about me is big... if you believe the women I've dated.