When I came home from work today I opened up the fridge, reached in, looked around and realised there was not one single motherfucking beer in there.
I hate that.
So I poured myself a whisky and drank it down.
Then I walked the dog until it got dark.
Winter is long.
I have to pick up beer tomorrow. When I buy my beer it will be about the 3,000th time I have bought some. Hopefully, I have 3,000 more buys left in me.
1 comment:
Great images... don't know where you find them...
I like the plain portrait of the tree, the Heironymous Bosch style painting which somehow speaks eloquently of cruelty or objectivity (or something), and the girl petting the rhinoceros.
And the meditations on beer just add to the tone...
Regards
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