Osaka Cherokee

I'm gonna lay it on you. Red wine is my newest vice. I cannot escape its crimson grip. Its like a train ride through erudition that ends in idiocy. No substance on earth sends me through the whole spectrum of human intelligence like this. Two or three glasses into the night I'm quoting Aristotle and solving differential equations then two hours later I can't remember how to tie my shoes. At least I stay coherent through the whole experience.

The best part of this whole deal tonight is that the powers that be delegated me in charge of watching my two and half year old niece, Mayaka (aka Spanky). This is an experiment in insanity all in itself. Every thing I let the kid play with is apparently wrong. She was just playing with a tape measure and her mom yelled at her for playing with it and me for letting her play with it. What the fuck? Its just a tape measure. Its not like I was letting her play with a chainsaw or something. Hell, its her fault for putting her daughter's life in the hands of a drunk idiot. What does she expect? I grew up in the Jack Cain school of parenting, "Let 'em hurt himself, he won't do it again!". That's the only way to do it as far as I'm concerned.

Song of the Day: Korn- Blind