When People Need Help, Lend a Hand and Not Just the Middle Finger
I will file this under people are fucking assholes…
The Unaccredited Wingman
It was like listening to two forty-something frat boys trying to one up each other.
Please, Don’t Drive Off The Mountain
Author’s Note: For this post, I am not using real names. I’m not hiding a crime (well, not really) and the people involved know who they are. Usually, I would ask the people in the post if I could use their names, but in this case, I don’t have access to everyone, so ‘the names have been changed to protect...me.’
Always Lift With Your Back
Drove out of my development the other day, saw a young couple, and another young woman, who stood by a small, white SUV, hatch back open and the tail end of a couch hung out over the pavement. The three stared at the car, puzzled looks stamped on their faces.
...and one more for the road
I grew up at a time that drunk driving was encouraged (kidding, of course – sort of).
Vaudeville Isn't Dead, It's Drinking in the Bar
A good conversation is one of my favorite things. Conversations in bars are even better (just add alcohol).
The Heart in the Woods
Oh the things we find in our walks in the woods.
What's in Your Wallet?
I love when things like this happen.
The Time I Almost Died Like a Rock Star
No one wants to die in a stupid way. Something that will end up a punch line of their life once they are gone. Preferably, I would like to die in my sleep and, one night a few years ago, I almost got my wish.
Ex-Wife's Last Call (and it wasn't in a bar)
Anyone who has read my blog knows I write about my ex-wife, Arlene, a good deal of the time. Now, before you think this is some angry ex-husband rant, you’d be wrong.
The Dating Deceit I Still Obsess Over
If, in the future, I am given one-time only access to a time machine, I would not go back to talk to Jesus, nor would I go back and kill the baby Hitler. What I would do is go back to 10 seconds before this conversation took place, and punch my 18-year-old self right in the mouth.
The World’s Oldest Roadie
Who wouldn’t be thrilled to get a call from the band and be told that, unless I can get to the venue by six-thirty that night, the show won’t go on.
Life in the Form of a Question
Each Monday night a group of us play trivia at a bar in Annandale (New Jersey). Its a big bar and a very friendly group of teams.
That is, it was until last Monday.
