Boneyard Beer: Desert Hands to Coast Bodies

It was a good day.  The burden of life had been lifted.  The ringing in my ears had ceased.  Cartoon birds laid upon my shoulders a royal cape made of things commonly found in the forest, leaving little cartoon bird poops as they flittered away.  We placed the keg into it's new home.  We hooked up the CO2.   I found myself in an accidental state.  Todd showed up looking like he had sold some golf clubs.  Wednesday was a good day.  We played with the dog on the floor when we got home.  We laughed at cartoons.  We went to bed and slept hard; our bodies hard at work on 9% should-have-known-better juice.  I dreamed of a bear attack.  Tim twitched and dreamed of the compost pile in the backyard because it had chicken pieces in it somewhere.

Thursday:  There is ringing in my ears.  My forest king cape lay sat on and destroyed on the couch.  A text message from Dave: "wow. new rule - two beer limit".

Note to self :  Wait until Friday.