Thursday, June 27, 2013

Nothing like 0945 on a Thursday morning... take up the family business, which is hardcore alcoholism.

Sorry blogosphere.  I know you aren't interested in my problems, but I'm in the process of getting kicked to the curb, going from nearly a homeowner to effectively homeless over the course of the past 72 hours.

Life moves on in Babylon, as it surely must.  But it has to move on without me today-I'm fucking drunk.


  1. Dude. WTMF'nF. Details and shit as soon as you're able to post them coherently, please?

    'Til then, you and yours remain in my prayers. Hang in there.

  2. What Wraith said, guy.

    Not the post I was hoping to see here.

  3. Hey, Scumfuck. I know shit's bad. If you need it, I have a perfectly good couch. Even if you need a break north of the border, we can tip a glass or two.

    Until then, chin up and chest out.