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Two glasses of red wine....(maybe more). And don't forget three beers. Cats sleeping. Me still up, late at night....early morning 4:05 a.m. (what-ever). Still up. Still awake. Can't sleep. Another sip of wine. Sweet. Bitter. Bliss. Songs from the 90's. Thanks to Pandora. Lost in past memories of....well, the Past. Now, now, now....Now things seem simple. Sometimes complicated....sometimes different....sometimes the same. And then it happens. Out of nowhere, the songs keep me sane. Thank you, Thank you, Thank you. Thank you a thousand times. With each and every decade through the 20's, 30's, 40's,  50's,  60's, 70's, 80's, 90's, and yes even Beyond the music  keeps me sane and happy beyond belief.   Thank you once again and forever.   Oh, yes....let's not forget about the wine. Yes, the wine. The wine....the wine. Yes, the wine. Thank you too.    

Beer....thought about drinking less alcohol this year but then again maybe not.  I like to drink beer.  Beer is more or less like a soda to me now.  I really don't drink beer to get drunk anymore.  Now I just drink it to have something nice and refreshing to drink for dinner or I might have a few beers to unwind after a hard day at work.  Sometimes you just need a beer, you know.  

Sometimes labels need to  be  thrown out the window. Yeah, so what if it is cheap beer. As long as it still taste good....right? Just like the American flag in all it's glory. The brightly  colored Pabst Blue Ribbon beer  continues to shine through with every sip,  every gulp, and every chug.

Speaking of things that matter and  also  of things that don't matter. (I take that back....speaking of things that only matter). Drinking three beers from Lexington, Virginia.    Vienna Lager from Devil's Backbone Brewing Company. (Wait make that four beers).  Listening to David Bowie on Spotify  and other cool artists.    (Such as the Grateful Dead). One more sip of beer then it's off to bed. Goodnight. (And sleep tight).

As I open up another bottle of beer  I  reflect  upon  this life,  yes this life.   Summer-time is here.  And at this moment in  time right now at this  very second it actually feels  like Summer.  Just like it‘s suppose to  feel like.   Summer-time is in full bloom as the night sky,  the stars,  and the Earth spin in space.   Drinking beer. George Killian’s beer.   A very good beer.   A great tasting beer with  an  excellent  vibrant red color  that is full of perfect bliss.   Yes, I know my senses are being clouded by  the short  lived effects of alcohol.  Yes, I know.   Yes, I know this  feeling will end.   Yes, I know my senses are in control now.   So when I come down from  this pleasant feeling  I will continue to live.   I will continue to find my-self  and I will continue to serve something call...

A sip of beer. A bottle....no wait. One, two, three or more bottles of beer. We love beer. We want beer and it is beer that we shall have. Our minds are open. Late at night and letting ourselves go. Wandering into a world of entertainment and erotic fantasies. Stumbling into crazy dreams of uncertain but possible realities. Discovering ourselves for the first, second, or maybe even third time. Our eyes are closed. Our hearts are open. Drifting. Drifting. Drifting. Drifting further and further away off to sleep. Just sleep. Just sleep. Just....ZZZZ....ZZZ....ZZ....Z....zzzz....zzz....zz....z.