From the legacy archive
*read with a southern/countryboy accent*
Apparently, back in the good ol’ days, there were two proofs of whiskey; 100 and 86. So if someone was a lightweight or the barkeep didn’t like ’em, he’d give ’em the shitty stuff. And only the bartender knew the difference because they came in the same lookin’ bottle.
You’ve found the legacy blog. It’s twenty-some years of writing, in roughly the state I left it. Spacer GIFs, old jokes, posts that did not age well; some of it is fine, some of it is a basement. I keep it online because the work was real, and because deleting old posts would feel like editing my own past.
If you’d rather see current writing, the writing page is the right door.
