high life

We do it for the candle in the sky
Here's a toast goes out to those
That can't handle they high
--Atmosphere
"The Arrival"




I'm now two weeks into my return to the trudge-through-the-mud that is life in corporate America, and I just can't get my motor running. My body might be at my desk, but my mind is still sharing a 32 ounce High Life with evil cat while we sit on a rock overlooking the Pacific.

Which is where my body really ought to be, as well.