Damnitkage

Ha.

There was a time, back many years ago, when I’d get all drunked up, sit out in my garage, and chain smoke clove cigarettes, guzzle beer, get all liquored up and start calling people.  I’d generally start with my friends Beth and Marie, slobber at them for a while about whatever kind of crazy gibberish was running around in my head.  To their credit they would put up with me and even act like they were excited to talk to me.  For all I know they were.

Now that we’ve entered a modern age I don’t call people anymore.  Or very rarely.  It’s all electronic now.  I chat, I email.  It’s just as good as calling but not as immediate.

Yesterday after four or five beers (it used to be many, many more) I switched to my new method and started emailing and texting left and right.  Hey, it was fun for me.  So if you got an email from me yesterday…um…well…there you go.  You got an email from me.  Consider yourself lucky.  At least I didn’t call you up.