eaglesnest

err, mayhap not so much vino as beers…. but yeah, in answer to a question this week put to me by a non-writer — “were you guys drinking ?”

“we ARE writers, dude. Do beers grow on trees ? oh, they don’t, eh? They f-in’ should. but c’mon wherever two or more of us congregate , in the name of Papa , there damn well best be beers.” and in deedily-doo there are beers AND bubbly, by the by, at our weekly ‘bring out yer dead’, err, I mean, ‘

Once a week the famous Ed, the infamous db & lil ol’ me knock back a few as we knock out the kinks in our writing, well, mostly theirs.

An’ every other week, should I be so blessed, I head to the O’side writers and good ol’ Hey-Hey gets me a Chronic as soon as she sees me walk in.

Mind you — we don’t neeed a nice little brew, but it sure makes being a writer easier.

and if the song is right that “in heaven there is no beer,” well, hell we gotta drink it here