That "Giving Up" Feeling.

You know how sometimes, at the end of the week, when you've spent hours and hours of your life writing marketing emails for people selling totally BS things like psychic readings, and you just want a few sweet minutes to work on a poem for a change, and also you need some bourbon and tater tots STAT or you might just collapse?

I had one of those weeks. But it's almost over. So it's all going to be okay.

Your Father Is Home!

After his trip to Tulsa, your father returned safely and soundly to our abode on Saturday night. And naturally, there was nothing he wanted to do more than unwind with... a beer and a bourbon? Really? At the same time, John?


Okay, sorry. I didn't mean anything by it.


(Sheesh.)