Beer!

I listen. Mostly people talk shit. Sometimes they say something that catches my ear. As Sonja and I were getting ready to go get some Moosehead after we had a feed of Chinese food I heard this from a guy sitting at the table next to ours with his gal talking into his portable phone. "We're waiting for our food at the Chinky-Chinky-Chinaman's. Soon as we're done we'll be back at our place having beers. Come by and I'll fix you up."

Nobody has any class any more. I am just as bad. If I had a dime for every time Sonja said, "Beer!" after I said the wrong thing, in the wrong place, at the wrong time, too loud, I would own a sawmill instead of working in one.

Here's to people who don't give a shit. We are the world, motherfuckers.