I can already feel the minutes being added to my lifespan

The last two books I read were Women by Charles Bukowski and Wake Up, Sir! by Jonathan Ames. I bought Women because I read something in a snowboard magazine where Devun Walsh recommended it if you wanted to become a better drunken asshole, which was right up my alley. Wake Up, Sir! I got from Ash for Christmas, and I have no idea how she heard about it.

Both of these books have protagonists who are authors and drunks. Women takes the drunk writer thing in a completely different direction with Bukowski getting wasted and doing lots of random girls and writing a bit. That is pretty much the whole story. Wake Up, Sir! has the main character being unable to even talk to girls without something to drink. I have no idea where I am going with this. I don’t really want to compare and contrast anything; I just wanted to point out that it was weird that I just read two books about drunk writers. However I do think I now have a good grasp of two different ways to be a drunken author.

In honour of that I am linking to a delightful list put together by Modern Drunkard Magazine called 40 Things Every Drunkard Should Do Before He Dies. I have only managed nine of these things, but I have high expectations for this summer.

As an aside, I am trying to single-handedly convince The Joggers to tour Canada. It may involve a promise of getting them tickets to an Oiler’s game, but if that’s what it takes I’m willing to do it. I recommend giving them a deep listen. This song is called Since You’re Already Up and it kills.

Peace.