Inverted

If buttercups buzz’d after the bee,
If boats were on land, churches on sea,
If ponies rode men and if grass ate the cows,
And cats should be chased into holes by the mouse,
If the mamas sold their babies
To the gypsies for half a crown;
If summer were spring and the other way round,
Then all the world would be upside down. — “The World Turned Upside Down”

today is my friday. tuesday will be my saturday. and thursday, the traditional day or drinking in preparation for the weekend is now my sunday.

if i told you that i spent all day working alongside a bunch of college age brazilian chicks you’d probably want to treat me like tom sawyer and offer money and booze to trade places with me. and then you’d find out that not all brazilian girls are mouth-gapingly delicious.

i left a fifty-thousand a year job to spend nearly six months on the road, another two months lounging around and ended up busting ass for minimum wage.

i’m still here. spring is still a ways off. and i’m almost out of bourbon – again.

up is down.