YTs glamorous day in LA

Manual labor!

When I was but a child my father worked my ass off. I was his gardener and his handyman. I hated it.

Mowing the lawn. Trimming hedges. Pulling weeds.

Everyday a new chore. Always something I had to do before I could jam with my friends and try to pick up.

Ahh, nostalgia. Well, F nostalgia.

Here I am today, practically an old man. Pulling weeds. Trimming hedges....

At least, however, its about 67 degrees in the shade where I'm working. Plus, I got that big Antojitos burrito in my belly and a 12 pack of Miller Lite in the fridge.

Yes. I said Miller Lite, beer snobs.

Anyway, looking forward to the Super Bowl, but I'm worried that Pittsburgh might just crush the Cardinals.

Boring! Unless I somehow make money off it, but I won't. I don't have any money on the game, or any other vested interest.

Back to beer and nostalgia.