Messenger Puppet

1990:  Beers, Girlfriend, walk, don’t drive, car gets crashed anyway. 2010:  Beers, girlfriend, walk don’t drive.  Bike to the bar to pick up the car, only to find… … that nothing at all is amiss.  Thanks karma!  I owe you. Karma:  Goddamn right you do.  How did I miss that low hanging fruit?

It’s closer than you think.  At least the reminders are…

Engineering open houses at Michigan State are just no fun at all without Budweisers.  You can’t always rely on Dad’s stash.  If you’re a minor not a welcome customer for some odd, unspecified reason, there is one easy solution. (Be sure to hold the sterno bum’s smokes while events are in motion.)

I don’t have this car anymore. I have only been to bandaids that one time Yes, when I get VIP parking, it’s because the strippers feel like they owe me something extra at the end of the night, but that refers to what happens in the car, not where I parked it.  This is day [...]

Somewhere, near Taos, New Mexico, there are Hot Springs, as featured in Easy Rider.  Last time I was there, there were naked chicks and no undead bloodsuckers.  I am nearing a point where I want to see if that is still the case.  I’m just sayin’

Someday, when I grow up….