An admission of guilt

I have to admit something. I have been in a weird state since I quite drinking. I have spent most of my time on weird obsessions. The most unexpected and bizarre one is this obsession with Frankenbury and Count Chocula cereal. I have no idea what this is all about.

Quit drinking and it nearly killed me!

I'm still in Milwaukee. Well, I haven't been here all this time, but this seems to be where I've ended up for right now. The Venice Cafe isn't in Italy, or Venice Beach, by the way, it's in Kent, Ohio. I don't even know if it still exists. It's conceptual at this point, especially because, at best, it's there and I'm here. I had to quit drinking for awhile, and that was a drag. But my New Year's resolution is to start drinking again, eat at a new restaurant at least once a week, and... well, I have a lot of them, but I'm not sharing them. Okay, I guess to write something for this piece of shit blog once in awhile.