bottles 9 & 10 or yet another milestone

if the title doesn’t spell it all for you dear reader, last night was another first. we drank  two bottles instead of one. we had guest drinkers along at points of course but that should not detract from the fact. i had this really elaborate plan for the tenth bottle and it’s impact on the journey but it apparently had other plans.

while i feel as though i’ve done very well in taking the craziness and putting it out as narrative and lessons, after drinking two bottles of fighting cock today i find myself with a lack of words (surprise!).

i sort of remember things. conversations about the carter family, conversations about hating each other, a certain kiss riff (although i think maybe we talked about that day before yesterday, things are kind of a blur).

i don’t remember vomiting but supposedly i did. apparently in mid sentence i sprinted for the front porch and came back i would imagine, paler and drunker.

so i don’t have a lesson. listen to the descendents-liveage and the carter family in texas volume 7.

did we switch gears somewhere?