I do not understand why, after a few drinks, some loud music and electronic fractals of light, someone decides to clench their fist, pull back and drive until contact with skin, soft tissue or bone.

The haiku is not hard, although not easy when translating it into such coloquial environments. Which, I guess, works well in the juxtaposition of modern haiku.

This year I am thankful for many things. A loving family, a great mom, gainful employment, friends and a bounty of stories to tell.

What is it with me and Bs? It's like last week I was remembering Deja Vu of future events.

The weekend after Halloween shouldn't be bad, but the full moon brought with it the four Bs of bar work headaches - Bachelors & Bachelorettes, Bridals and Birthdays.

Halloween is a long day if you're going out, even longer when working from 12-4 at one place then 6 to close at another.

If you hate my introspective works of free thought nonsense, please feel free to skip to the ID portion of this week's program.

The mystery man did finagle about 40 free cigarettes, though, albeit after he finished his half-drunk bottle of Hennessey he was holding during the entire opening conversation.

It's a strange feeling. "Feeling it." Intelligence, knowledge, wisdom and luck are all rolling into one force. And lord help those who dare disturbs such a force.

I can be the person you most despise in this entire world. Enough for you to make bombastic statements in front of a wide array of people. Or I can be the door guy. A simple person who interacts with you for 10 seconds in the 604,800 you have every week.

Tensions were high this weekend. A freak heat wave and low morals meant nobody was safe from snide remark to full-blown verbal throwdowns.

I think it's fun to meet people who have the same birth month and year as me. Most people do not share this excitement.