Making the Rounds
No wonder he’s earned the nickname The Lightning Man:
Lack of sleep due to youthful exuberance and late-night club-hopping led me to start off every Friday morning in Germany for two years with 2 Vivarin, a pot of coffee, a couple of 800 mg Motrin, and about half a tube of Rolaids to keep it all down. At Fort Riley I developed a six-pack-a-day habit of Mountain Dew, or as we called it, Carbonated Crack. Again, my tolerance increased, exponentially. Years later I became a dealer of sorts again, as a coffee barista slinging espresso drinks to yuppies. It was far too easy to sample the merchandise, exotic blends of Java from around the globe and sissy drinks with stupid names, and my fellows and I would each down anywhere from 4-10 shots of espresso a shift. Talk about tolerance buildup and flying high as a kite!
These days I’m just as bad as ever.
Ah, morning in the Lowcountry:
Yes, that’s right. Spring has hit here in the South Carolina Low Country. The azaleas are blooming, the birds are chirping, and the squirrels are getting frisky. Indeed, thanks to the squirrels we have a live demonstration of the circle of life going on right out there in the front yard. Who needs cable TV when you have oversexed rodents going at it in full view of your living room window?
Watch out {e}House Studios, you just moved closer to all the zombie action.
You can catch Stark Raving Matt tonight at Theatre 99.
Heather @ April 9, 2008