Man Pissing on a Fire Hydrant

Hit the liquor store after work today. We have a new one in town courtesy of our drunken government. I like it. The beer selection could be better but I only picked up a box of Welfare beer tonight so it is not like selection was a problem. $30 for 24 Welfare. The new store has a decent selection of whisky from all around the world including good Canadian whisky. The store's pride and joy is its choice of wines worth drooling over. I bought a bottle of red to add to Sonja's growing collection.

There happened to be a few East Indian chaps in front of me in the line-up. East Indians are what we call people from the Punjab when we are being polite around here. More generally they are known as Hindoos despite the fact most of them are Sikhs. Around here the Sikhs have been killing one another one by one in a drug war that probably goes back to an arcane backwoods farm rivalry such as most of us would more readily associate with the American Dirty South. Those motherfuckers sure like their whisky as much as real live Southerners. The first guy had a big bottle of Crown Royal, a fine choice. I have drank many bottles of Crown, though it is far from being a personal favourite. Next guy had four bottles of Gibson's 12 year old rye. That guy was not fucking around. The guy just in front of me had a bottle of motherfucking Alberta rye. I had to avert my eyes before my stomach turned. Motherfucking Albertans can make juicy steaks and fine country singers but their booze could use a little refinement.

While Sonja picked out a dvd a little further down the road I let the Hammer out of the back of the car to see if we could find some homeless people's shit for her to eat. Around the corner of the video outlet the pub was in full Friday night swing. From out on the street it sounded like motherfucking Alberta in there. A few steps further on a man was peeing on a fire hydrant. He was having a long leisurely pee like you may have had after holding it until you have downed six pints of beer. After the leisurely pisser had finished he met up with his other fucked up friends on the other side of the vacant lot I had let the Hammer sniff around in. She ventured near enough their early evening party to have a good listen to them incoherently cackle like a typical Canadian camping family.

Just another Friday night in the Animal Sacrifice Christian capital of Canada.

The beer tastes good.

Real good.

Good good beer.