Sunday, September 7, 2008
Brethren: My brother, aka Nacho aka Smokey aka the most hilarious guy I know, just sent me that text message. He's en route to the Whale's Vagina as we speak, and I'm waking up, trying to understand why my head and right fist hurt, but not caring. I have a bar to get to; Smokey has a game to go to.
Because that time is here: the Carolina Panthers play a motherfucking football game today.
And this time, it counts. See you after the Cats do their thang.