Got stoned. Whoopsidoodle. Sometimes it's just too damned much fun. And i start cleaning the house, and there's like 4 identical boxes of this health stuff my sister convinced me to buy a little while before Christmas, and i find those old water filters I had bought in 1999, and I'd been going through clothes and blankets and heavy shirts and lanterns and propane tanks and things just collecting in this closet in the house. The other night at my brother's house I blurted out September. Remember Black September? Remember the shit coming back out of the fucking trough right in the middle of the white because that's what fucking karma demanded for yin and yang? That was my duty. Standing at the top of the vortex and trying to separate shit coming from earth into the goddamn cosmos without destroying it. But the more I separated the shit, the more I was transfixed by the amazing irregularities I saw in the functioning of earth compared to other planets. Dismiss Scientology as you will, but I consider L. Ron's Earth series to be among the best ever written as to the inanity of the human destruction by idiots that we as of yet have no control. So, I was hanging as a shit collector on the edge of the vortex, grabbed ahold, and was collected here. We weren't sent. WE WERE COLLECTED HERE BECAUSE THERE WERE NO PROJECTIONS FOR OUR SURVIVAL>>

Sometimes the shit of the universe blows through my normal day-to day mind.

Which brings me to today's cocktail discovery!!

Good dark rum, ginger ale, apple cider.

The Northern Pirate's milk