I am back. For those of you who follow this blog regularly, you already know that last week I was laid low by a wicked case of Ebola Zaire. Or maybe it was a sore throat, I forget which. The good news is that once again I was able to drink my illness into oblivion. Have you ever done that? You’ve felt like crap for a few days in a row and then you say, “Fuck it, I’m tired of feeling like shit” and desperate to feel good for a few hours you down 15 beers and chase it with a few shots of tequila, and possibly huff some oven cleaner? That’s what I did. I started slamming beers and, lo and behold, I woke up on Saturday feeling pretty good! And so I repeated the process on Saturday night with similar results. Continue reading