Ink Pen Blogger

I live in a small town and  cows  can  be  seen and heard  almost  anytime during  the year.   I'm not sure why but for some  reason that's  a comfortable feeling.

Damn, I'm getting old. It's past one a.m. in the morning and I'm still up. Been drinking Moonshine (legal moonshine that is) for most of the night. Good old "Virginia Lightning" 100% corn whiskey (Damn, good stuff). Even though I have to work in the morning I'm still up and feeling fine. No need for sleep.   Oh no. no. no. Not a care in the world. Just listening to the music channels on Direct TV. So many great songs from the 50's, 60's, 70's, 80's, and of course the 90's. Scribbled and scratched out words in the clear light of day reveal this  late night drunken rambling poem to be completely full of....s....h....i....t.  

Bowman's Vodka. Kahlua Liqueur. Not quite late at night but it is dark.  (A little bit past eight o' clock). A few sips here and there. A few more sips here and there. Volume turned up listening to Alice Cooper. Sitting here in blue jeans and a grey Virginia is for Lover's t-shirt. Alice Cooper Rocks! Glass is empty....need more to drink. Should be working on my novel but it can wait. (Wait!!  No, it can't). Glass is still empty. ....pours more Vodka and Kahlua into glass.  

Well, it's about time. Going down to Virginia Beach for the weekend. Although it might rain, it will still be fun because after all it's "The Beach".