...in a brown paper bag on my way home from the psychiatrist. No spaghetti sauce, but now that I'm drinking beer again, y'know, thoughts?

... I cannot officially condone that.

Everything OK, Mike?

if I'd had oregano, i woulda sprinkled some on the rim of the can. will that work?

Seriously...you all right?

Things are actually going great, Bob. Thanks.

dear diary...

which you kind hearts function as. For better or worse.

You should have gotten a 40 and did that bag justice..

Just makin' sure, man. Gets me nervous to see talk of beer + shrink.

couldn't find one for under a buck, thus my choice.

I can rationalize a lot of shit when I'm stationary (and I didn't actually go through with the bloody maria), but driving with drink crosses a line in my head, even when I know that it's not enough (or fast enough) to affect the driving.

Rationally I'm sure it was nothing, but you know.

In all seriousness I hope shit's alright by you.

red dog - nasty, nasty shit. used to drink this in college when we ran out of icehouse.

but you can do the thing with the label where it looks like batman performing oral sex.

Nah, I bought it a mile from home. Popped the top a half mile later. No worries. Wasn't there a certain avatar of you with cycle and brown bottle?

Understood..You are forgiven..

All this for less than a buck?

ha ha, yeah. I pulled over, so that doesn't count. That, too, was less than a mile from home.

u gotta be a lonely 19 year old for it to really work

Oh no, no no, I'm 99% sure that's not true.

Sweet.

YOU ARE YOUR OWN DOG.

I like red dog...my first beer.

Man, flashbacks to being-in-Canada-as-a-19-year-old are abound.

There's only one road on this earth where I would ever do it again, but it has to be said that driving with the windows down, the speakers blaring, and a drink in your hand is one of the greatest feelings on the earth.