bottle 18, 19, & 20 or man did i ever let this shit hang out there for too long.

blah blah blah. at first i wanted bottle 18 to be a picture essay but it just didnt work out that way.  it’s hard to capture the feeling of fighting cock summer in picture form. i was a fool for even thinking it could work, the good lord seen to that. while i was waiting on that to pan out we kept drinking. the next thing i know i’m deep in to bottle 20 and wondering where the time went. it happens that way. like sand in the hourglass.

i could tell many a funny stories but none had lessons. it was more about destructive behavior in the physical and collateral. damage is damage. sometimes a sense of restraint would do wonders to make life ultra fucking boring. i bet i wouldnt wake up with half the party scars.

sometimes it’s good to not learn any lessons. then you’re just fucking up for the sake of the story or due to a lack of common sense. maybe both. find me in real life and i’ll tell you both kinds, mostly about lack of common sense though.

we are 13 days away from the end of this experiment. i think the goal is to at least get to bottle 25. goddamn not having a liquor store in the town we live in. it made us under-achievers. well that and drinking beer which is more easily accessible.