A Drink With Hemingway

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“What would an ocean be without a monster lurking in the dark? It would be like sleep without dreams.”   ~  Warner Herzog

Wow, I slept late. That was the best night of sleep I have had in a long, long time. The coffee is tasting good; my switch to a much more economic brand turned out to be a good move. This stuff is totally drinkable, in fact the flavor is quite nice. I woke up with a Taylor Sift song running through my head: “Blank Space”. Usually the haunting morning song o’ the day comes to me in melody only. Taylor is singing this one. I don’t regret her voice, however. She’s got a good one. So now, my her eminent presence as I get the day underway has got me wondering why? Why her? Why now? You regular readers might have guessed it already. She is pissed that I canceled the lunch date. Who can blame her, right? I am amusing company, after all. So Taylor? Sweetie. I guess we are back on. Have your publicists shoot me an email. You are still gonna have to buy, my dear. And if J.Law takes me up on my offer too we’re just gonna have to do it all together. I hear y’all run in the same circles anyway.

This is just a quick post. There will be another today. It is a very important post. So important that I risk offending the writing gods by using the word “very”in that previous sentence. I know if I had Hemingway as a muse I’d be in deep shit. I mean, who would want that friggin guy get all stern with you and stuff? Whoah, buddy. But ya know, if he’d agree to take me down to Havana for a boisterous few rum cocktails at a funky old tavern in Key West – Sloppy Joe’s would do –  I’d be willing to bear his criticism. Ernest? We both spent a lot of time in the Keys, dude. We’d have plenty to talk about. I even know a guy who won the contest in Key West dedicated to your beard and it’s copycats. My dad had one of those.

Back to reality, as much as I know about that anyway. I have a lot to learn. The other post today is of a more serious nature. I’ve lost a friend, and even though my heart sings for this friend there is a story to be told about him and what he went through to get where he is today. Many fine people are mourning his passage from this life. I mean to be one of them, and I want to get it right. It will take some time. Check back later, muchachas y muchacos.

Peace out, y’all. Goof gloriously.

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