14 August 2012

Three Hands Better Than Two

Hard to write when it gets hot. I write with two hands. When it gets hot there is a beer or something in one of my hands all the time. Sometimes there is a drink in both hands. It is the only time of the year drinking gets in the way of my fucking life. Maybe I will try writing at work this week. Frown on drinking with both hands down at the motherfucking mill except on Christmas Eve. Christmas being the only thing worth looking forward to now the Olympics has escaped down the memory shithole of life's meaningless events, not counting the Canadian trampolining golden glory hole.

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