Showed Up To Work Drunk and I Don't Get It Either

^{I've been quiet on here lately. In life though, I don't think I've ever been louder.}

^{I Don't Get It Either}

I think

^{I've been having too much fun.}

Life's been interesting. So interesting in fact, that I thought it would be a good time to start drinking again.

This is the good kind of drinking though. It's the forget about everything for a few days, sit around campfires, enjoy the company of good people kind of drinking.

One night I tried so damn hard to embarrass my eldest daughter. She was hanging out with her cool friends so I sat down with them, just so I could study young people and see what makes them tick. For some strange reason though, everything I said was making them laugh. Unfortunately, I can't remember much of what I said. Way too drunk.

The next night,

^{we set up the fireworks.}

I think about $500 exploded up into the night sky. I was in charge of holding the light this year, so that was cool. I also helped plant a few into the ground. Every year I do that, at least one falls over and wants to take me out. People really like fireworks, but sometimes I think they like watching me scramble and run for my life more.

Then after the show, my cousin gave me the code word. So that's when I found myself behind the shed with her and my uncle, smoking a joint.

That stuff screwed me right up. I spent the rest of the night laying on a bed, with my eyes closed, wondering how I could still see all these fancy colors and cool shapes. It was a personal fireworks show, I guess. That legal stuff is a bit stronger than what I was used to smoking. I woke up a few hours later, it was already morning, and I was still wearing pants, so that means the night was good and I'll have no regrets.

And then

^{the night after that.}

This was my opportunity to sit around with the older crowd. Some relatives of mine, all in the their late 60's, early 70's.

What's interesting about that, is the fact we were all drinking, having fun, and passing the weed around. Ever since they legalized this stuff here in Canada, old people smoke weed. They're freakin' hilarious too. Of course I had them roaring as well. I don't think I've ever seen my own mom laugh so hard.

So yeah.

^{This is either day four or day five.}

I don't even know how many days I've been fucked up. This is what summer vacations and family time is for though. I'm not the only one here who's confused about how it's already Tuesday.

I have a cold beer in my hand, except for when I pause the drinking, so I can type these words.

These words exist here today so you'll know everything is fine on my end, even though I've been a bit quiet around this community here on the land of internets.

I'm not dead, just drunk. I usually stay away from these crazy contraptions when I'm drinking, but I'm still wearing pants so it's not bad.

I might be quieter than usual here for the next few days as well. There's still a lot visiting and parties to enjoy. This might go on for another week, I'll see. Just going with the flow.

The art?

Yeah. I Don't Get It Either

Credits:All art and images seen here were produced digitally, by me.
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