Drinking, Fighting, Fucking and Crying Title

Drinking, Fighting, F*&king, and Crying

Nurture My PigAh drinking. You know, it’s funny – the more often I come back around to each of these categories, the harder it is to find things to write about. I guess that’s because, with the exception of crying, which is pretty universal, two of the other three are pretty much a young man’s game, so to speak (no offense ladies, just throwing this out from my perspective). I mean, I still drink, but I don’t really go out drinking. And even when I do, it’s never like it used to be. And fighting? Well, you learn to avoid that early on or you end up a stain on the sidewalk or an intolerable MMA arsehole. And Fucking, well, that never goes away, but it becomes a more personal thing as you pick a mate and go about getting freaky in a more intimate, long-lasting manner. But drinking… there has to be more stories…

Drinking, Fighting, Fucking and Crying Title

Drinking, Fighting, F*&king, and Crying

Full Custom Gospel SoundsStatement: You can drink to most any music, but not all music was crafted to drink to.

Furthermore, there is some music specifically made to accompany the act of drinking and, perhaps more specifically, intoxication.

Elaboration: If I’m having a couple of beers I can toss anything on. When I’m with my friends in Chicago, the ones I grew up with, the ones I socked it out in the Schlitz Family Robinson with, then it’s a different thing, and it’s going to require a different soundtrack.

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