The essentiality of the muse, whether goddess, sprite, or nymphet. An old rant revisited. It’s 2:03 a.m. Goodnight my lovelies.

Movie reviews, the joys of morning drinking, the mindful flow of a drinking day, linkbait vicissitudes on the downlow

Squeaky swing sets, broken box springs, moaners, neighbors’ sleep disRUPTed, then and now

Diary

One Man’s Opinion Of Moonlight

Pop Down The Years

the seasons

the new cover