Tuesday, December 4, 2007

Nobody will read this because I murdered my blog

Two good nights of poker killed my social life. My friends won't hang out anymore. It was worth it. Would you rather have $80 in cash and a belly of beer or a half dozen grumpy teachers talking about their lousy jobs in your kitchen? Exactly.

This post will fly through cyberspace as untouched as Brandon Tate on a punt return. It will bounce against a distant wall and come echoing back toward its lonely creator.

1 comment:

  1. If you build it, they will come.

    Welcome back.