As I get older my recovery time gets longer and longer. Last night I went out to celebrate St Pattys at a local bar. I had , I would say 2 pitchers of green beer and wings. Granted I woke up that morning at 5:20 am and went to bed a touch liquored at 2am. It was kind of a rough start. As my mom would say - crudo or a bit raw.
It was a good time to tip back a few with a friend and just remind your self how lucky you are in friends. Laughs and tears are best shared with friends. Friends let you be you even more so than family... you don't have to play a role (dad, husband, brother, son). A friend can let you be you. You can tell a story of a deaf stripper and a blue dildo to friend not to your wife.... Peace
BTW have a monkey.
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