I-75 to Heaven
“So… do you like music?” the scantily clad brunette cooed. “Sure…but it depends on how do you define music,” tryin’ to be as suave as possible without giving away the almost siesuresque way my hands were trembling. “AC/DC, The Stones, The Doors… just...
Bud-guiled (Budweiser & Dr. Hook)
“Lee… I think I broke my hand.” Let’s backtrack roughly 14 hours earlier that day. The year …1985…or ‘86… they tend to run together after awhile. The place: A lil’ ol’ town in northwest Georgia called Dalton. My friends and I were planning a big throw-down at Holly...
Allow Me To Introduce Myself
Welcome to the Blog of the Drunken Bastard, I’m your host the D.B. himself this is going to be the area where I let my creative juices flow (eeewwww ), and hopefully exorcize my inner demons (specifically the one I call Beelzebubba who’s baseball cap , bib overalls , and ever flowing tobacco spit...