Save Me a Saturday Night

Um, what the fuck? Clear the calendar, I could listen to Suss tell stories for hours, days, months, years. Ain't no joke, there's some folks that can light up a room but she's an atomic bomb.

Whiskey River Don't Run Dry…

Ten years ago. Greensboro, NC. Whiskey River Party. Entry was a bottle of you know what. Attraction was a river I made with about $25 worth of junk from a gardening store on Battleground. Cheap fun, good friends, memories to last a lifetime.

40

A milestone. Celebrated with rivers, rivers of bourbon, oceans of beer, and the soothing sound of gunplay. With a grand finale in the biggest (and best) little city. Happy Birthday.