Ran into the owner of the
Homie Bar.
He still holds the license and
offered to sell the place to me.

That would be a good post TallyWhacker option.

I thought they were trying to do something with it last year.

Got a permit, musta been
the rental unit above.

I told the fucker post
Whacker, if it still lies
fallow, it would be an
option.

No 40s for sale.

Punk, hardcore, country music.

I went to my bar to get dinner tonight.
The bartender found it "so adorable" that I ordered a Shirley Temple while I waited for my food to come up.

... and then he got good 'old-fashioned' crotch punch ™ !

Well, yeah. Maybe a cola, if that's not the reaction you're going for.

I gave up caffeine.

The Shirley Temple...not as cool as Coke, not as lame as milk.

Shirley Temple's are cooler than coke or milk. Think of them as the new absinthe minus the frat kids and has-been celebs guzzling them trying to be qewel.

I've been drinking all day. Wine, beer, Jager...

Somehow I managed to become psychotic, ride my bike over to my ex galfiends house, pull a stupid stunt, and get cold cocked by her ex-marine roomate.

I think I've honestly hit bottom this time.

Dinky truly is a mess.

Nah, the bottom is still down there a ways. Keep trying though.

Is she worth that, Dinky?

You need to black out my nipples in your avatar. It's the 21st century and if girl parts have to be in the Smutty Hole, I'm requiring the same of boy parts.

Dinky's passed out, having dreams about how things would have been different, if he only had a pair.

Fuck, I can hear him singing " If I only had a pair".

I was gonna switch back to my old avatar,
but as you wish.

Or he did.

Didn't say it was a "he".

tru dat.

Actually, I got into it with him BECAUSE I had a pair... albeit, the pair obviously didn't know how to duck.

Ah, youth . . .

This whole sobriety thing isn't working out so well thus far.

One night of sober sleep resulted in a week's worth of neck pain.
And now, I have one leg that feels as if it's been injected with a local.
I haven't been able to feel my right shin for more than 48 hours now.

I don't have these kinds of problems when I drink.

Why am I sober again?

Oh yeah, because I'm proving a point that some of you project a bit too much.
And that it's possible to be a drunk and not be some sad, depressed, miserable fuck who's running away from his or her problems.

In fact, it might just be that the bar is the only human contact one who works from home gets.

Christ, the things I do for science...

All I am is BORED AS FUCK right now.
Though, I am catching up on my reading.

May I take this opportunity to recommend Dave Hickey's Air Guitar... There's a lovely essay on living in Vegas entitled, A Home in the Neon.

Neck pain and lack of feeling in your leg when sober. Sounds like you ARE using booze to run away from your problems.

who the fuck is he-manatees?

I thought that's what sobriety is for.

Cracked open one of the boxes of sake I brought back from Japan. At $10 for 2 liters, it is better then most of the sake I have had in this country.

I'll bet it is! Just picked up a bottle of nigori sake on the way home tonight---it's unfiltered( I believe that's what nigori means) so it's like a masticated bowl of rice in every cup!

Make sure you mix the sediment up before you drink it.

Oh, Wogger.
You rationalize, but you
aren't rational.

Go the fuck ahead and
drink if you want. You're a
biggie girl. Do what makes
you happy. Just realise
others get unhappy when
you do that.

And move on.

I'm merely not drinking right now (except on Fridays) so everyone else will.

Move on, I mean.

Funny xit.

But not moving...

Pulled a 12 hour shift on the boat.
Floating around drinking beer from 9am to 9pm.
Phew, I'm exhausted.

say hi to the little man for me.

i haven't seen him in a long ass time.

Moving xit for over a century.

Starting off a weekend of art production by summoning the muse properly...
Magical Wormwood Elixer

Ended up at a biker bar tonight.

Ran into a woman drinking Ouzo that I met a few weeks back. She kicks ass.
Then, met a Willie Nelson look-alike who is, apparetly, the king of jerky.

This town is so much fun.

See? Just barely getting settled into Las Vegas, and you're already hanging out with the king.

Really?

I went and saw the Pirates of the C... About 1 hour into the movie I turned and asked when the fuck is this thing gonna end.

Then hit a bar, drank some guinness, and had some honest to goodness great conversations. The first time in weeks I wasn't surrounded by drama.

Poor sad Dinky.

Yes on both accounts.

Hung out with my sister at her local last night. They kick you out whenever they get sick of serving people, here. The 1:30 bar closure didn't prevent us from staying up 'til 5.

Much like the lack of bar closure doesn't keep me from going home at 11.

Half a bottle of rum later....

I find myself here.