Late night whiskey fueled thoughts no one gives a **** about:
-Spent the past week with the new Sturgill album. It is beautiful musically. The folks he had playing with him are all stars. If anyone likes this music and is not familiar with Tim O’Brien and/or his band Hot Rize, hit me up. I will blow your mind with some recs.
- Favorite tracks on the album are Voices and Old King Coal. They translated wonderfully.
- There also are a couple songs I did not think translated well. But I’m not going to ***** about that right now; positive energy only.
- Yesterday morning I met with the owner of a small business. He hired a stripper for a sales executive job. Now he is surprised said stripper is suing him. I will never stop shaking my head in this line of work.
- Mexican food fans: do like the locals, and give the vegetarian option a shot. Was at Montoya’s today. Had enchiladas with cheese and onions filling, mole on top. Beyond ridiculous.
- My two year old actually thinks all the Halloween blowup things are real. It’s incredible taking him for a stroller walk while his head just explodes at all the weirdo haunted ******** out there - dragons, ghosts, minions, etc. There is a strong blowup game in North Fort Thomas.
- Give me Knight for my point guard. First Final Four in 13 years - that team is forever in my heart. And he didn’t miss when it mattered.
- Tomorrow, Rodriguez gets 27 carries, 140 yards, and crushes the soul of Mizzou.
- Speaking of which, when the hell did Mizzou join our conference? Weird Big 8 interloping ********.
- Last night the Highlands Dance Team rang my doorbell trying to sell cookies or cakes or something. Not even sure what I bought, but I cut them a check for a requested maximum package of $65. God bless the US of A.
- Beware the murder hornets, my friends. And, GBB.