Drunk on Beef
Apr 23, 2014, 8:00 AM | Updated: 8:04 am
Carey was on the show! For no good reason that made me really happy. She is positively charming. More Carey! Heck, if Carey wants to write the blog I’ll happily step aside.
So Luke restrained the Big Dog while talking to his sadly damaged neighbor. That dude has some issues. He needs a hug. In a couple months, I foresee Luke sharing a Good Will Hunting-esque tale where they hugged it out while Luke softly chants in Keith’s ear “It’s not your fault. It’s not your fault. It’s not your fault.” As the hug breaks, Luke looks kindly into ole Keith’s eyes and they both take a deep, calming breath. “Can we use your stairs now?”
I’m a little nervous to write this next part, but what are they going to do? Fire me? I am so stoked at Luke’s changing attitude towards alcohol. I’ve been listening for something like four years now—although as Luke pointed out when we talked last week it feels a whole lot longer—and I’ve heard story after story of his wild vodka soda and gambling fueled nights. Not gonna lie, there were times where I felt sorry for the guy because it seemed like he was going hard every weekend. Anyone remember when he woke up in parts unknown and had to beg for a bus pass to get home? Though the story was funny, those were sad times. The fact that he’s calmed down so much in so many areas of his life makes me really, really happy of him.
I’m guessing he’s going to kick me to the curb for this post, so if this is my last, let me leave you with this.
Some mountains ARE too tall.
-toni hammer // whitestten@gmail.com // @realtonihammer