Hail and Good Morrow.
It was not my intent to neglect my duties here, but life is often a troublesome and needy mistress, one who sucks my time and my soul, rapes my energy, and occasionally makes off with most of my money. Fortunately, she is dynamite in the sack and makes a hell of a sammich.
What news from my corner of the world? I am glad that you asked.
For one, I am engaging in a battle of wills with my brother at arms (and of blood), and we are in a dead heat in our quest to spend less money than the other on food and strong drink. As you can see from his post, his spirit is nearly broken, and I am confident that I will have his still-beating heart for breakfast. His failure will go well with my morning coffee, spritzed with a spoonful of heavy whipping cream, and enjoyed before I dive into my newspaper of choice.
What else, you ask?
I have acquired all needed equipment to begin anew my beer-brewing proclivities, and I may set forth on this quest within the hour, provided that my inner rage does not weaken to a mere simmer. Far better to let it boil over.
But surely there is more, you may ask.
Also, while I have not updated this site for too long, I have been word-smithing, and a few of my articles got picked up by the No BS Boxing site, here and here.
But what of fun, of cheer, of debauchery?
Well. After a short respite from the ring, I have begun again my dedication to the art of fisticuffs, getting back to work, sparring, running, and shadow-boxing until my shadow gets tired. My co-ed kickball league is off to a glowing start, and while we usually lose, I am meeting men and women of good spirit and kindly nature, and that is the more important of the two. More importantly, the Papa will arrive this weekend, and we will be sure to properly imbibe of the 3 most important B's, of which the uninitiated will most likely need an explanation. In short, Beer will be drank, dead animals will be consumed via BBQ, and hot Beaches will be enjoyed.
Love & Peace in the Middle East,