Heads Aint Ready

Lemonade was a popular drink and it still is,
I get more props and stunts then Bruce Willis...

The count is over the hump as we approach the midway mark of The Slushy Gutter Summer. The past week has seen a steady diet of pops, from two softball losses, and a rained out Rockies game (only to be resumed at 11:00pm when I was tucked away in dreamland.) I visited the historic Rock Rest Lounge with the beautiful wife and checked the World Cup Final and the head-butt heard ‘round the world last Sunday at The Exchange Tavern. Throw in a free park reggae show and the Cannibal Ox show and the count is past the “point of no return” at svelte 275 and the dog days of summer are here.