Mondays are the days that my wife works M.O.D.
M.O.D. is an acronym for Manager On Duty. She works at a hotel down the street and although it's close and really a motel (outside, exposed hallways), it has got its fair share of drama.
Tuesdays are the days my 4-yr.-old son Spencer doesn't go to school.
It's like a one-two punch some days(Sugar Ray Leonard style thank you)... like today when it's cold and raining. A two-day stretch that could really make or break the rest of the week.
My band and their respected families got together (www.thechestpains.com) the day 'fore and all but depleted the alcohol one needs to consume during two-day, cold weather stretches like this.
So I called the lady and asked her to bring home some beer.
The kids were asleep afterall.
She arrived with a 40 ounce'r of Olde English 800.
"Are you kidding?" I asked.
"Or just fucking with me."
"I went to the Buy & Go across the street," she said.
"I didn't see any Miller. It was O.E. or Schlitz malt liquor Bull."
It's been years since I swallowed rot gut malt liquor. But not an usual choice: I once fancied myself as a bit of a malt liquor connesiour. And my college rugby team freshman year was sponsored by Schlitz.
It's like dirty blow. Or shitty fast food.
Gets the job done but you'll pay in the morn'.