Some Words

James Brown has died. Put his music on and get the good foot this holiday season. It’s what he would have wanted. He probably also would have wanted you to get high, but I’ll leave that choice up to you.

I’m trying to wake my brain up over here, before a bunch of writing. It doesn’t help that yesterday I was fighting off a cold. My friend Brad came over, and he had something, which he was worried about giving to other people. I had mixed up a wild sheep chase and wanted him to try some. Obviously he didn’t want to drink anything significant while sick, but I told him I wasn’t worried, as the high alcohol content would protect me from getting what he got. Every holiday season I try to do something st stupid. I’d say that counts this year, though managing to kill the conversation stone dead three times on Saturday night comes in a close second.