Try heading down to your local Little Caesar’s Pizza joint early on a New Years Eve.
Holy shit, at 5:00 it was a fucking MADHOUSE.
At least there was some decent scenery, there was a tall blonde about 24 or so, built like a Brick Shithouse, long curly hair and had Rhinestone covered back pockets on her jeans in front of me.
It made the wait much more tolerable….
So this is it folks, the last post of 2019.
Such posterity, right?
No looking back, no predictions, no pearls of wisdom?
Naw, Fuck That.
All I can tell ya is to be safe.
Remember there are a shitload of Rookies out there tonight.
Let ’em have it as far as I’m concerned.
I’m gonna put my feet up and ring in the start of my sixth decade sitting on my ass.
Us old guys don’t get too excited about shit.