Day 3 of the second #90DB. August 2, 2020 is the goal to complete this period.
2:09 AM — Listening to and reporting on the talk inside of my head this morning:
So, I’m sitting here at 2 AM sipping a glass of bourbon…
It’s significant. It’s the last glass of anything other than water I’ll drink for the next 87 days.
Some shit has gone down.
As I’ve mentioned before, The Owl is beating my ass.
He wants me to be more. Not for him. For me.
And I honor that.
But wait, there’s more.
There has been a wager.
Between me and the EX.
You see, there was a weird thing the EX and I had.
The EX and I would like to make cheeseburger bets on things that would not happen.
It ain’t gonna happen in my lifetime again.
Yet, we would make these bets….
And then I would pay up. Gladly.
Because we’re talking 5 Guys, here.
So, back to the point. The EX and I have made a bet. A 5 Guys sort of cheeseburger bet.
She says I can’t stay away from women… all the way till the end of July.
And her biggest beef is, “How will I know you’ve stayed away?”
I believe chronicling it here will be a good way.
The dating scene, for this poor shlub was a shit storm.
Match.com? Dear God. I know I’ve given you $400…. keep it! Just TAKE MY FUCKING PROFILE DOWN, PLEASE!!!! KEEP THE MONEY!!!
I really think I’ve got this bet in my back pocket.
Because I went out there to date and met bat shit crazy.
I don’t like bat shit crazy.
I like sanity. And to ensure sanity right now, the drinking stops as soon as I reach the bottom of the glass this morning.
Because, oddly enough, sanity is often related to sobriety and libido.
I want sanity.
I will shit can alcohol for the next 87 days to acquire sanity. Fuck, at this point I’ve done it several times. Reference the chronicle of #75HARD.
So, anyway, back to the main point.
The Owl has been kicking my ass…
About writing more important stuff.
And I hear him.
And I’m going to do something about it.
But, you see, I have this wager…
Which is very important to me.
I don’t know why this shit is important to me… but it is….
So, dear reader, moving forward, for the next 87 days, I’m going to write some important, heart-rending shit about King David….
And I’m also going to write about keeping a cheeseburger bet with my EX.
Because, oddly enough, writing about keeping a cheeseburger bet with your EX and writing about probably the baddest ass EVER is oddly the same.
IF… (Rudyard Kippling, anyone?) keeping a cheeseburger bet of this epic proportion is pretty bad ass…
And so is King David.
And so… here we go…
WAIT! HOLD THE PRESSES!
There’s been a recruitment announcement!
So, we have this other bad ass that may enter the ring…
My oldest son, who’s working on his doctorate, on of all things, THE MEDIA IS THE MESSAGE, is suddenly available.
Because of a pandemic. Because he needs a gig in the midst of this shit storm of shit storms.
And so, I have humbly asked him to contribute here.
And so he might.
So, during this 87 day hiatus of sobriety, cheeseburgers, no women, no sports, and no… NO, I’m not going there…
There may be also some really good shit reported on about THE MEDIA IS THE MESSAGE… or some other good shit from a writer much better than me.
And that makes me happy.
To work with one of my sons again.
To deliver the absolutely best shit I can to my followers.
OK, deep breath.
Here we go…