Firewater Fowl

2 05 2008

This time I really mean it. It’s a new month, new leaf, new lease on life. This goose is going sober. I know, I know, I said I’d stop drinking New Year’s Day, as a resolution, and then again on February 15th, after all the chocolate liqueur, and I definitely pledged some kinda sobriety after this little post-St. Patrick’s Day incident—

That’s me all the way to the left. We’re not dead, just extremely hungover. Damn if I remember where we drunkenly decided to fly—I was hanging out with some extreme enablers, as you can see—but these good old boys in the camo had the decency to humiliate rather than shoot us where we lay. The guy in the middle put the pic up on his MySpace.

And I’m thankful: it’s something I can keep as incentive to get back on the wagon. Which I’ll do. Right after Memorial Day Weekend. Or the Fourth of July.

Uh, after BBQ season.

—Nero

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