Things got a bit shaky this weekend. But not like collegey binge-drinking style. More like wake up have a drink never lose that slight buzz all day, this-is-what-it-must-have-been-like-in-the-early-sixties kind of feeling. But I also laid down three pretty good days on the shrad, hit up a VFW hall for a fish fry and $2 Coors, got Kraeusened to fuckall, and slept in a questionable hotel. In fact last week when asked what I was doing over the weekend, I honestly considered replying “Making poor life choices and getting bed bugs.” Christ, it never gets old.

At one point I also bought a rack of ribs for dinner, ate the left overs for breakfast, and what was left then I ate as lunch. Amazing.

I’ve also learned that A) Some people absolutely hate the Sound Grenade app for an eye-phone. B) When a man tells you not to go into a certain bar because they have a toothless monkey working in there, he is probably right. C) People in the upper peninsula of Michigan are not big fans of Obama. But I’m pretty sure they hate all kind of authority up there. Go figure.

In the end this video came out. I don’t care what that kid at the beginning says his name is, he’s looking a lot like el Rumoratero.