Hi everybody. Welcome to my blog where I talk about my past.
When we’re drinking too much, we fall down. When we fall down we eventually go to sleep. When we go to sleep, we do not sin. When we don’t sin, we go to heaven. Therefore, we should all drink and go to heaven. Now, this is what I found from the first journal I ever did. I must have been around 11. Isn’t this profound? Some words of wisdom from an 11 year old. But it’s kind of true, right? Now, speaking of journals, I’m gonna have my friend here pull out one of my journals and turn to a page about the past.
OK, so we opened up to a page of a cartoon of when I built my house. Man, it’s probably one of the toughest things I’ve ever done (other than being married). Building a house is like building a giant sculpture. I built the thing from scratch. You know, we cleared the land, traded some of the trees for the clearing. It was a big project. I was there most of the time. I helped out when I could, but it’s a slow process. Sometimes people wouldn’t even show up. I remember, I think I told you. I remember burying a case of wine and when the house was done I was gonna dig up the case of wine and have a big party. Well on the first day, the builder and the framer and the architect were arguing. I went over, dug up the case of wine and started drinking. It kind of broke the ice because they all started laughing. It seems that drinking seems to be a theme for this blog. Well, makes sense. I lived in Montauk, NY, a small drinking village with a fishing problem.
Love and miss you guys. Talk to you next week. Love, B. Nice
