Today in narcissistic photos (first in a series)
I like this picture, despite the fact that each time I look at it I think how precious it is, the way noodly guitar players will demand you listen to each lick."Check it out, Bro," they'll say. "Listen to this hot lick."
The picture above says that I am a hard-drinking writer, and a three-fisted one at that, because I not only have to type on the computer and write with the pen but also find a way to drink. And one doesn't drink scotch through a straw.
Labels: alcohol, literature, photos




2 Comments:
Oh. I thought it was a urine sample.
Excellent point, but remember that straws are acceptable for urine samples.
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