Last man standing

Sunday will mark one year of sobriety. Just a few weeks ago I was marveling at how easy I was finding it. But now, my fingers are itching, and there is nothing I want more than to get wasted. Funny how this seems to happen right when you come close to a milestone. I have a secret weapon this time though, and one smile from her could avert a nuclear war.

She is four months old now. Her hobbies include: jamming an entire fist in her mouth, indiscriminate kicking, high pitched squeals and giggling.

And now for something completely different.

Why do I like this song? This band looks and sounds like an obsidian-clad Abba after a few days of heavy drinking.

I almost pissed myself when they started doing the synchronized guitar-thrust. Oh, and the last few notes sound suspiciously like Metallica’s “The Unforgiven”.