10 Days & Nights

The Calm

I am, to say the least, inspired. We are days away from the storm yet I can already taste the 40 oz. of bittersweet salt water and hops on my lips. Preparation is key, for if you fail to plan, you plan to fail. This quote, ironically enough, was mentioned to me in an AA meeting years before. And now I sit, I sit sat with preparation on my mind as I gather the unneccessary necessaties; Propane for the bbq, bottle openers, advil, pre-1996 rap tunes, a marijuana pipe packed tight full of good times and enough alcohol to quench an army full of pissed off Russians. Its been a while since I been with the boys, a long while indeed. I neednt mention the unmentionable but must metion the aforementioned without much mention......what? Ive done it again, lost in a mad maze of thoughts with a pack of retards trying to show me the way out. I tried. 10 days. 10 nights. This thing is going to be a big blog of sorts, a, book of tales we will recite for years to come, a novel being written as we read it. A Memoir? Perhaps. Or maybe an index we can refer to time and time again when we need anwers to such questions that men ask themselves throughout life. And as we get older, our days get shorter, but no mater how old we get, and how few days remain, we will always have 10 Days. 10 Nights.