I am a pretty disturbed motherfucker and the more time I spend drinking and the more time I spend alone the weirder the thoughts get. Luckily, I am a non violent crazy person…but I spent last night writing my local radio show a short essay on my most memorable beer for a contest, that basically went on about how a baseball coach used beer to medicate me to molest me like he was Michael Jackson and that it wasn’t the most memorable beer until their stupid radio show made me find that repressed memory in search of my favorite beer memory…only to find my worst beer memory and now I am forced to sue them….only to find out the contest ended yesterday…

I remain sucking at life.

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