We’re basically returning to lockdown due to a global pandemic while our nation goes through childbirth-grade contractions as it struggles to reconcile its identity. Not much left to do except drink, watch Netflix, have sex and sleep. Maybe eat. Breathe, perhaps. Bake, apparently. Voting would be nice, too.
What does destiny and a damn good barbecue have in common? Not much, really, but that’s never stopped a podcast before. This week, just in time for the July 4th Holiday, JT counts down the Top 3 Wines that go with barbecue, all the while contemplating whether we are put on this Earth with a destiny to fulfill. It’s the kind of shit you talk about when you’re drunk anyway, so just roll with it.
Was I judging this guy – who’s obviously a member of my community – simply because of the way he looks? And isn’t that a huge problem with what’s going on in our society today in general? Am I really…that guy? Judge Thy Neighbor Guy? So, I decided to do what everyone does when they face a crisis of conscience: get on Google. And what I found was…unusual.
I recognize this despondency all too well. It’s Suburban Disappointment Syndrome, the utterly ironic condition where you get everything you asked for – but didn’t know it would be like this. SDS is the fine print in the 200-page Terms of Service that comes with the American Dream.
Cats are horrible. I should know. I have one. I have been both a Dog Person and a Cat Person at various stages of my life, and currently I’d have to describe myself as an Indentured Cat Person.
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