I used to write stories about riding bicycles. About training, traveling & racing. About my friends that were faster than me. About sleeping on sofas and drinking coffee. About lycra and tan lines. Now I just write about sitting on my ass and driving around Phoenix, Arizona in my “experienced” domestic automobile.
The more things change, the more they stay the same.
Saw a guy the other day on the drive in, sitting at a bus stop, crackin’ a forty, at 8:00 am. I looked over at him tipping that shit back, as the light before me went green, and thought, hell yeah. I like what you’re thinking there, buddy. You can’t stay drunk all day if you don’t start early. Words to live by.
Dude’s a hero. Happy Friday.
September 18th, 2009 at 2:25 pm
choices.
September 18th, 2009 at 2:46 pm
I knew a guy who always started the day with a bottle of champagne. I thought that was classy.
Then he would sit at the tavern and drink beer all afternoon, then drink a fifth of vodka in the evening. Dude was a world-class alkie.
September 18th, 2009 at 3:46 pm
oh and btw, Valverde is Da Man.
September 18th, 2009 at 9:05 pm
“You can’t stay drunk all day if you don’t start early.”
perfect.