It was right about this time one year ago today that I came rolling in from the Package Store with three 12-packs of Augie Busch's finest and a big ol' bag of spicy porkrinds, getting ready to tie one on and get roarin' fucked up. I can remember the date well because it was also the occasion of the last beer that I've drank. Drinking the actual beer I don't remember too well, if at all, but I haven't drank since that night. Or morning. Whatever.
So yeah, I haven't taken a lovely, cool, refreshing, sparkling drink in a motherfucking year.
Coincidentally, Lisa moved in one year ago tomorrow. Kinda funny how that worked out, huh?
