I have concluded, after some consultation with an actuary table, that I am likely to perish soon in an automobile accident. Which is a shame because I am an untapped treasure of wild and wonky opinions. As such, I have resolved to perform a brain dump, starting forthwith.
I played Goose to my friend’s Maverick at a singles mixer recently, which turned out to be a total bust. It was like wife-hunting in a hockey locker room. Ah well. So afterwards I decided to walk to Ippudo and have myself some akamaru ramen. It’s like that expression: when life gives you lemons, you throw that shit out and you go buy some 15-year single malt scotch.
