What a night to realize I don’t know where the nearest liquor store is. Are there even liquor stores in Boise? Freak’n Mormons.
Anyway, I’m ready to go as I have my lucky Aquaman boxers on. They may not seem lucky as they twice kept me from losing my virginity at the last minute (one of those times being my honeymoon), but they give me that feeling of invincibility one only gets from being Aquaman.
Let’s get ready for a long night (or a short and disappointing one — and we’ve all had nights like those).
22:12pm – I hear gunfire outside.
That usually only happens on the 4th of July and New Years Eve around here.
I suspect some people are celebrating something.
I suppose if they were unhappy about something they’d also be firing guns; only not up in the air in a (generally) harmless manner.
I’m saving my ammunition for other events.
God is still God. Jesus is still Lord.
Frank, brew your own, you’d never have to visit the liquor store again.
I get the warm glow of accomplishment to go with the warm glow of intoxication every time I crack open another bottle – and I save money too!