kicking off the new year right – with booze in hand!

every now and again my responsible side fucks me in the ass…

…and i don’t mean that in a good way.

(wait a fucking minute – is there a GOOD way?!?!?)

let’s review…

so, it’s new years day and i have to be at work at 10am. for most people this would suck bad. hell, for me it kinda sucks bad…except that i worked till 10:30pm on new years eve, had nobody save for my four-legged kids to spend it with (welcome to my world) so i killed a half scale bottle of veuve, passed out, and woke up AHEAD of my 7:45am alarm clock on new years eve…

…one of the few advantages of spending yet another new year’s alone, i suppose.

any-who – i go to work, and lo and behold there’s a corona in the cup holder of the bench outside the shop, which for some reason rather than walk inside with it (Oh yeah – now i remember the reason…avoiding that stale beer bar trash smell in a reputable tattoo shop) i grab it and start walking to the nearest austin city paid for trash can, which is a half block away…

…completely forgetting that in doing so i am now walking down the street with an open fucking container of booze in my hand and this AIN’T vegas or new orleans or any other place where said activity would be legal at 10am on a fucking sunday – this is texas, the buckle of the bible belt – recognize!

and speaking of “recognize”, the APD (“apd” = “austin police department” for all outside the local area) recognized this as a crime, and pulled over with lights a’blazing…’cause in texas it’s not legal anytime, let alone 10am on a fucking sunday.

but fortunately not only did the cop recognize me from the shop (we’d done some tribal on his shoulder, around his back, and down onto his rib cage) but to add legitimacy to my story i was wearing a shop shirt at the time…so we laughed, i walked another ten feet and dropped in the trash, and all was well…thankfully.

last time i do the right thing this year – promise! that was TOO fucking close a call!