I’ve been away. It’s been a while. I apologize to nobody that may read this. I don’t think that I have any kind of following and people that may just stumble upon this tumble log, probably don’t care enough to return. I hope that I entertain and maybe cause a chuckle, but I have no way of knowing. This is ultimately an exercise in self aggrandization. This is me flexing nuts and masturbating. All over your monitor. Bukake.
However, I am getting ready to brew another batch of delicious, hoppy happiness with my buddy. We are also chucking around ideas of putting together a business model and incorporating. That was we can use investors money to perfect a product that we love and maybe get paid just a little bit to do it. I’m not looking to get rich. If it happens, awesome. If it doesn’t, I’m no worse off, I just get to drink a little cheaper.
I haven’t had much booze this month at all. I have been trying to drop some weight. Apparently, consuming large quantities of beer cause you to put on a few pounds. I am trying to eliminate about 30 of them. I am down 17. I am pretty proud of that. I hit a wall, though, and have been stuck at 212 for a week or so. I shouldn’t have quit smoking. Fuck, Danny Bonaduce smokes his face off. He has an ashtray on his treadmill. I’m thinking that I need some kind of fat burner or metabolism booster or something.
I had a good breakfast. A good cup of coffee. A good cigarette. And a good bowel movement, also colloquially called a shit.
All for now. Skål. Ezra
