Ugh. It's tough to lay down to sleep and tough to take a shower (feels like a million little needles). My nose and cheeks are also pretty red. The rest of me is pretty much in peak condition.

Of course with these difficulties a guy needs a martini on a Monday. So the other day we went, and of course had some drama with an older lady who felt she was the only one waiting for a table. We'd been waiting since 5:45. I hate this me-centric attitude suburbanites possess. Obviously I wasn't trying to hear her shit, and wasn't about to give up my table. My Metropolitan tasted even better garnished with her tears. Picture my smile. Seriously guys, fuck that and fuck that again.

Speaking of cocktails, I do believe it's finally summer cocktail season y'all, so I've got dreams of gin in my head for a new summer drink. I also have to think up some N/A alternatives for my friend Andrea who's visiting soon with her husband, my former college roommate Walt. Apparently he slipped one by the goalie so she can't booze it for a bit.

One last thing - I'm still addicted to 60's music.

Jason

When I got home today I found a little pamphlet saying a bicycle race will be happening in my neighborhood next weekend, in addition to providing a map of the route.

That's what I'm talking about!! THANK YOU from a resident.

You see, as much as I can hate on the inconsiderate bastards that constitute most of these race organizers, I am going to love me some Roswell. Kudos

• 2 rounds of excellent golf
  
• 64 oz. Margarita
  
• Some light beera
  
• One very questionable club
  
• Lounging by the pool
  
• Severe golfer's tan (although I do like some color)

Anyone know of a "Scandinavian Strength" sunblock? Heh.

Tonight we are going to some watering holes by the beach. I love that stuff! Walk right out of the bar onto the beach? C'mon.

Vacation is time to reflect, relax, not worry about your day to day, and think about what you want most. I think I have identified one thing I want that I don't have, but I'm not gonna say what.

Overall, good stuff! But it's 100 degrees and it takes some getting used to.

I wish I could have met you, David Carradine, smoked Asia's finest, told jokes, and drank tea. I never cared what kind of freaky ass, questionable sexual behavior you enjoyed. Rest in peace.

Something I read in the Buffalo News from a reader caught my attention regarding Public Employee benefits. Is it really true that the income public retirees draw from isn't taxed by NYS? Governments are experts at double and triple dipping, so it seems bizarre to me.



Let's talk briefly about the idea of taxpayers covering the losses of the public employee pension system. My own retirement account took a hit, as did the accounts of my father and grandmother. Now my Uncle, who is a retired teacher, his pension is "insured" as he calls it.

I don't like the idea of people who are suffering under oppressive taxes already, and who have their own retirements obliterated, mitigating the losses of what the government has deemed to be a preferred class of people. My uncle would say "A contract is a contract!" but recently I've come to learn the Chief Exec can just rip a contract up and piss on it. So, let it fly, fresh and stinky.

These brickheads in Albany never learn. Keep on taxing, keep on spending, watch jobs and people run away from us as fast as possible. Quick count of hands - how many people think if we only tax and spend some more, and bury ourselves in debt, that things might just work this time? I'll be voting with my feet.