Why Don't We Get dRuNk andd ScRew--Goodbye Jimmy Buffett

what a party

Yesterday I couldn’t wait until 5 o’clock so I started at 4. I was in the mood. I had two bottles of wine and was prepared to drink both bottles if needed. It felt very spiritual. I had vodka and beer as a backup if my self-absorbed party went that far. Except for answering a few emails and a text or two I was disconnected from our war and enjoying it.

My chosen location for my self-absorbed micro party was my garden. A micro self-absorbed ghost party. I didn’t ask for a ghost head count. All are welcome. If the nasty ones show up, I’ll let my spirit leave my body and deal with them. Give them a real good spiritual ass whipping. This way it doesn’t interfere with my party. They rarely do anymore. They’ve learned. The physical head count was me, my wife and Dbanjo until…..

Our resident cheap drunk, Marsay, crashed the garden party with a cheap bottle of vodka.

Marsay sent a text around 4:15 and said she was walking over. She finally showed up around 5:30 and the bottle was now a quarter of the way down. She said she thought she might have mixed her drink a little strong and got lost. She was way ahead of us. Typical.

This morning I thought I’d venture back into the war. I reluctantly went over to CDC’s Twitter account. Time for breakfast—feed me some Covid 19 variant lies with a booster side order and a double Bloody Mary. Keep it going.

The posted CDC lies were too boring to share on my Substack, but off to the side trending was news that Jimmy Buffett died. He died on the same day that I chose to have a drunken, kick ass garden party, forgetting all about Covid 19, vaccines, and the CDC lying pieces of shit. And they are really getting their balls bashed in by the sheeple minded for not enforcing all to wear masks 24/7, even though their new fake variant has only infected three people around the globe.

Fuck them. This is about Jimmy and partying.

I’m not going to search to see if Jimmy took the poisonous shot. As a musician and entertainer they were all required to if they wanted to play in clubs and tour. Jimmy lived a dream life of surfing, sailing, singing and sex. My only connection to him and his music was a book I received last Christmas.

I started reading it once. I didn’t get far, but I remember thinking damn he’s a great writer. I have a book reading opening and think I will slide this one in now. And I think it’s time for a margarita or two.

I recently learned that Steve Kirsch wants to authenticate me. I’d like to authenticate him. Do I need to be authenticated? Should I allow it? Does anyone else want to authenticate me? Might as well get it all done at once.