I have some free time because Sarah took Lilah to a friend’s house. So I am sitting here wondering what I should post about. I am going to do my best to NOT write about the baby but I am finding that very difficult. She is so damn cute.
Anyway, I find it hard to come up with something else because the baby is such a big part of my life right now. What I am coming to realize is that I need to get out of the house and do some fun things or some crazy things so I will have fodder for my writing.
The problem with getting out of the house is where to go. This is an island and not a very big one. You can’t even buy liquor in this town. It is a dry town. I didn’t realize there were any dry towns left in the US. Wouldn’t you know I’d end up in one. Not that I drink a lot but drunks are definitely fodder for writing about dumbasses. I wonder why I keep using the word FODDER?
“A 2004 survey by the National Alcoholic Beverage Control Association found that over 500 municipalities in the United States are dry, including 83 in Alaska. Almost one half of Mississippi‘s counties are dry. Its alcohol laws are similarly complex. In Florida, five of the 67 counties are dry (they are Lafayette, Liberty, Madison, Suwannee, and Washington) all of which are located in the northern part of the state, an area that has cultural ties to the Deep South.”
The above is from Wikipedia. I learn something new everyday.
Back to the drunks. So I just started looking up images for drunk folks. Unfortunately, I found most of them very pathetic. Here is the difference between a funny drunk photo and a pathetic. Of course, this is just my opinion.
You never know where writing will take you. I started off wondering where I could go for some FODDER for my writing ( fodder again?) and I end up writing about drunks. Hmmmm!!