Love my desk! As you can see there’s no computer on it, which is partially why I use my desk not nearly enough. Can you spot…???
- guitar picks I found on the N-Judah
- Peter Malae’s What We Are
- Guitar string packet
- Jar of pine cones
- Santa Theresa County Park map
- Jimi Hendrix stamps
- Kevin Tucker’s Black and Green Review #4
- Tube of red acrylic paint from who knows where
- Quart of High Life
- All the paper notes for my next novel
- Boessenecker’s Bandido
- Glass guitar slide
- Ruler I never fucking use
Found this guaife-proof Coronita, seven lousy ounces, once again tossed in the recycling in a pack of empties. Froze solid on top in the freezer. Approaching the mid-20s of how many road beers I’ve found since I started looking!
The next act of the night at the Clink is pretty bad by any metric, and Stretch has enough.
Summer edition, as they say, of Corona. That’s right, it was in a recycling can. Maybe folks should buy beer they don’t want to throw away…? Anyhow, cleaned it good, poured it out, drank it.
My savage neighbor about two blocks down is always chucking empties into the azalea and I chase after them often. After a few weeks off I finally went burrowing under the azalea and what have we here amongst the redeemable container weight but Tecate Light.
Turns out I got two; photographed the one with the ruined top before I realized the second one was there. Due to the lack of fizz and therefore feeling that the can was less than full, I must’ve mistaken the damaged one for an empty and only known at first that I had the one intact can but switched them when I arrived … uhh … at the park.
Anyhow, that’s like, what, 23 since I’ve been counting. Road beers!
In related news, I also acquired a large plastic can of protein powder a few years ago, yknow, with all the lifting I do, but have been trepidatious about trying it. Turns out it’s still good. Roadtein!
Luke-Ass shows up with some new, unexpected gear, sure that it’ll make the show better. But 2-Strats has the final say about the “liquor cabinet.”