Friday, May 28, 2004

I was staring at the cap of Pabst Blue Ribbon sitting on the table. It had a "Q" and a heart symbol. So I stared at it and likened it to the little riddles that are on the Lonestar beer bottle caps. After awhile I decided it was "quart." I thought to myself, that is a shitty and unimaginative pictograph (or whatever the hell it is you call them). The next day I was being a bum, laying around watching movies and just milling around the El Cerrito home when I decided to go outside for a bit. I sat on the steps and half buried in the dirt was a Blue Ribbon beer cap, with a "9" and the symbol for clubs. A nine of clubs. It never ceases to amaze me how I seem to manage to make every aspect of my life infinitely more complicated then it has to be.

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