Where's My Bourbon!

You know what I hate about DC? The weed here sucks. You'd think given the crime ridden reputation of this city that the quality/price/quantity ratio would be decent, right? But no, it's not, and you wind up having to drive allllll they way to suburb-tastic Annandale which VDOT never makes easy.

Unless your hookup lives in, say, Anacostia or certain parts of NE, you're smoking yuppie swag.

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So there you go, folks. A post. The blog lives.

I'm sure you have lots of questions. Hell, I have lots of questions. What's up with Rusty? Who's running the blog?

I miss Rusty too. He's a cool cat, smart, and we all loved him or at least loved to hate him which is really just another form of love. I haven't spoken to him directly. I only know he's alive because he sent me a blogger invite. In Why I Hate DC land, Rusty's like an omnipresent unseen Christ figure, constantly watching us from above and acting in mysterious ways. We shouldn't question HIS plan, but instead have faith and pray that he may return to us one day. There you go Russ. I just equated you to Jesus, you bastard.

As for Shiva the Destroyer (aka Liz)? I haven't the foggiest bottom. For now we'll have to accept that Liz is basically like Dr. Beverly Crusher in season two of Star Trek the Next Generation. For those of you who grew up watching 90210 or some other myopic teenage shit-drama, Dr. Crusher was the Enterprise's chief medical officer and the mother of the ship's sixteen-year-old helmsman, Wesley Crusher. Without any warning, explanation, or plot development, she disappeared from the show inexplicably abandoning her fatherless teenage son, Wesley, leaving him to fly the ship and be raised by Klingons. So that's where we're at. I'm Wesley.

(Try to guess whether or not I have a life.)

Look, what I'm trying to say is we'll play this banjo by ear. I know some of you submitted essays and wanted to contribute to the blog in a group setting and perhaps that's where we'll go. Stay tuned.