Joel and I: Before we had kids, this was a dangerous combination.
As you will surely find out, Day 3 of Sasquilla 200-skilla was when things really got out of hand. A little too much of the ol’ glug-glug always makes things interesting; doubly so if you’re with a fledgling Bukowski who always seems to get away with Murder.
Of course, there’s the other side of it, too; Joel and I had an argument just the other day (yes, he was wasted) over the phone and I just realized he’s since deleted me from his Facebook and MySpace, the equivalent of throwing a party and not telling me (from 1,000 miles away!).
I have a feeling we’ll mend our bridges someday; until then this is my tribute to our friendship, wherein I tarnish his reputation by calling him a pathetic alcoholic, over and over. What a great friend I am!
