bottle 16 or sweet sixteen

the embrace of an old friend has that sense of joy and lifted spirit. the reunion with fighting cock after a good amount of time, i can say, carried no such sensations. well maybe the joy. it was still pretty good though.

i woke up with the random party scars that i dont remember and of course slept with my lights on. i did manage to get my shoes off, which is a good sign. i knew the flogging was going to be a good one though. it had been a good long while. september isn’t too far away but it doesnt seem that close either.

todays lesson is that once you learn how to ride a bicycle you never forget. you’ll simply remember it with contempt and disappointment unless it was a good time. my bet is no. good times are few and far between. and most involve alcohol and an ability to run things according to plan, to the t.

we need a get rich quick scheme. perhaps the cock will give us guidance. poor, misguided, tasty guidance.