Cinco de Mayo on Highway Cinco

Welcome to the inaugural post of my Punky Brewski blog!

You've won a million dollars by being the first goddamned person to look at this piece of crap.

(Here is a cool random pic I took this winter during my fast-forward trip to Asia/Australia. Cool, huh?)

Anyway, nothing is new with me. This is a reincarnation of the hallowed and holy "Poshlusty" blog, discontinued recently, that all of you have been clamoring for ...

So, enjoy. As soon as I figure out how to link up the old blog to this one, you'll be getting your history fix. In the meantime, I'll update you on my shit. I had a fabulous Cinco de Mayo, which consisted of a long drive down to Los Angeles on Highway Cinco, arriving at 2.30 a.m., only to head to work at 7.30 the next morning.

This was, of course, preceded by (1) a harrowing day at my old work where I was yelled at by my old boss for fucking shit up because I frankly don't give a shit anymore, (2) a fly-by-night load-up-the-car-with-all-my-shit session (hockey equipment, surfboard, motorcycle gear, boxing gloves, to name a few choice items), and then (3) a quick make-out session with a sweet boy I dated for 2 weeks (boo-hoo) before (4) hitting the long and dark road.

This was, by the way, a long and dark road made even darker by the fact that I was with hindered vision due to my recent laser eye surgery (yippie) but I was fortunate enough to make the drive down safely, thanks, in part, to yakking with my dear friend TL on the phone and to a depth charge from ghastly old Starbuckaroos.

More to come on my adventures in this fake fantasy city. I love it already.