Single Malt Sunday!

Yes, it's one of those Sundays. Glenlivet 12 year old and Kenny Burrell in iTunes.



:-)

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(Or is it cos Oaktown is already down by 7 in the 1st quarter?)

I never watch, I never listen, I never read. I care about sports to the same degree that I care about Justin Bieber (that would be 0% on a 24/7 basis).

I can tell you that Joe Montana used to be a 49er and that's about the extend of my knowledge regarding sports.

It's just an early start because it's an early start and I'm renting a room from a mental patient who just went to church and will be back soon and then is not working all next week.

That's right, he's gonna be around 24/7 for the next 7 days. He's a fucking sneak, he monitors my comings and goings, stands outside my door and listens to my phone calls. He's a dry drunk..."17 years clean and sober"...but all of the underlying issues that made him an alcoholic and drug addict are still there.

I know it may seem ironic that I'm calling him a drunk while I'm downing Glenlivet, but I can walk away from it any time I please. Today, I choose to walk up to it, not away from it.

Somehow, single malt makes me say "so what," and I really need this to be a "So What Sunday." This guy is a fucking monster, and I'm living in his house.

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