I'm not one for celebrating these type of things, but somehow this seems right.
I have taken the rest of the week off and will do something in tribute for the old TB.
Tomorrow, I will sleep until noon, wake up, get baked and watch cartoons for a couple hours. Eat,get baked again and head to the cemetery.
I'll pound a sixer of strohs by his grave ( man I hope I can still drink that swill but we drank tone of it ) drive home and start drunk dialing everybody until about 1 in the morning.
Pass out on the couch ( my wife still complains about this )
Start over on Friday.
Saturday, I will change it up a little if I Still have a place to live.
Thanks to TB for leaving behind great memories, a wonderful son and an ounce of diesel.
I just hope I can do him proud and survive.