Man With A Hangover

Self portrait taken at nine o'clock in the morning on a Sunday after a night drinking, in various quantities, tequila, rum and beer.

There's an old drinking adage that goes, "Never mix, never worry." Well, I mixed. And though I'm not worried, I am feeling not unlike a big pile of, as my father, the poet-laurate of Arlington, Texas, used to say, "hammered horseshit." There's more to the story of how I got this way; it involves friends, an egg concoction of outrageous deliciousness and the movie Fame. However, it will have to wait. Because I'm going to go barf.

(There will be no pictures of said barf. It's not that kind of blog.)