Snacks - And What I Want To Be When I Grow Up

What is you favorite snack and drink?

This was the first of the "wants to know" questions, and to date it has had 24 comments. First things last, I gotta start with the drink.

I love beer. Period. I love the taste of beer. I love the smell of beer. I even love the smell of beer on someone's breath. I love the color of a nice light beer, and I love the deep mystery of a dark beer. I love the feel of a beer can in my hand while fishing, a beer bottle in my hand while standing around a bon fire, or a mug of beer that keeps me company while watching the race.

I like beer with pizza. I like beer with a steak. I like beer with hot wings. I like beer with kid's birthday cake. I like beer with hot dogs. I like beer at a cook out. I like a beer in the parking lot of the funeral parlor. I like beer drank in a pickup truck in the shadow of a church on Saturday night. I like a beer in the morning, and when I retire I am going to start every day with a beer.

I ate a bowl of frosted flakes with beer poured in it instead of milk - not too shabby. I like to boil brats in beer, marinate steak in beer, put beer up a chicken's body cavity and grill it, I like to mix flour in beer and make onion rings.

I have and can, if called upon, drink a piss hot beer that was in the trunk of a car in the summer heat. I have opened a beer at 4:30 in the morning while camping and drank it without ever getting out of my sleeping bag.

I even made a video to explain the Hierarchy of Beer . And that sprang from a note that I wrote about beer. So yeah, Beer is my favorite drink.

I would drink non-alcoholic beer at work if I could. I just like the flavor that much.

As far as snack - I am really in the air on that right now. I have to admit I am a pure fool over Little Debbie Strawberry Shortcake Jelly Rolls, or whatever the hell they are.

But I don't like them nearly as much as I like beer.

What Did You Think You Wanted To Be As Adult When You Wer 10 Years Old?

I have to admit from the start that I have *kinda* been able to realize this one. I wanted to be a writer. I always have wanted to be. However, besides the fact I have not taken it seriously enough to try and work on story craft, and that contributing fact that what I do write is all pretty much self gratifying horse shit that no one really needs, I have failed. But in the sense that thanks to the past few years finding a bit of an online voice and the encouragement of friends, I have succeeded.

Could I do it as a profession? I don't think so. I am a little too coarse with language for newspaper and magazine work, and have none of the degree or experience for anyone to want to give me a shot anyway. That and the fact that I have a family with wife and kids pretty much means I would look like a total fool to even attempt such a shaky adventure. So no, there will be no professional work from me, and yes, that makes a small art of me want to cry.

So far, the most successful thing I have written is probably the subtitles in this Youtube video concerning Adolf Hitler and the UNC Men's Basketball team. Not Pulitzer quality I assure you, but yeah, it makes me happy so many people have seen it.

Just as it makes me very happy that you have taken the time to read this.

Thank you, sincerely.


  1. I must say I found this very entertaining to read. I do not like beer nor drink it but it was like I was reading a Dr.Suess book for adults. (I don't mean that sarcastic or condescending either, I'm being sincere) The smell of beer reminds me of my childhood, odd I know, my father was an avid beer drinker and I have the memory of Keg's with lots of beer. He is still living, just drinks his bourbon now. The LD Strawberry roll things are delicious. I know I do not comment much, but enjoy reading your writing and seeing things from others perspectives. You could probably do some freelance writing projects, I'm sure something would get printed.


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