The writing shed is now officially a tiki bar.  Or at least it’s got an official tiki bar in it.  Which is badass.  I’m like Don Fucking Draper: minibar as standard office furniture.  Anytime anyone comes in, even at 9:45am, you say, “Can I get you something?” and stand up, take two steps to the bar, and prepare two glasses.  “But it’s 9:45 in the morning,” your non-writer guests may protest.  “Which means all the problems of the day are yet to come,” you retort.  “Might as well get out in front of it now, while we still can.  Whiskey, isn’t it?”  Fuck yes, whiskey.
Sorrym dear reader…I almost got carried away there.  I simply meant to say that I have a tiki bar.  I also wrote some stuff.

N.P.: “El Paso Sugar” – Lance Lopez