With all the thinly veiled drug references on the site of late, I thought it appropriate I mention that I woke up a 4:20 this morning. I rolled over, looked at the clock radio a full hour and forty minutes before it was set to go off, and said, I’ll be damned.
I listened to a bird chirp at the dawn and thought of all the things I could do today. Life is full of possibilities, indeed it is.
I will undoubtedly choose the most intellectually disingenuous route though my work day (as per usual) and end up on a bar stool by dinnertime. Actually, I’m full of shit. I’m not nearly cool enough to do anything I just mentioned. At best, I’ll ride one of my bikes to work, try not to get hit by a car, do my job, eat way too much food for lunch somewhere downtown and head home round about dinner time and, again, eat way too much food.
When in Rome…by