The Nexus

     Are you enjoying having no new 'Drunken News' blog entries?     It is just hard for me to care anymore.

     Actually, I wish I had full reign to say whatever I wanted, about who I wanted to write about.  That would be fun.

     However, if the fun element is completely stripped away, then there is no incentive.

     Not getting paid for my writing, the fun I have writing is the only motivating factor.  Take away that one element, and there is nothing.  There is just a void.  An empty space waiting to be filled.  A blank sheet of paper.  A white canvas.  Nada.  Zip.

     Is there anything to be said about a bar and its' denizens?  I think there is a lot.  A bar is a crossroads in the nexus of humanity.  Time stands still.  There is a lot to observe because of what humans do when they are intoxicated.  They become more of themselves for a while.

     The fictional name I came up with for the bar is 'The Texan Outhouse'.  That way I could still call it a 'First Class Toilet'.

     Meanwhile, as an update, I am still going through all the entries, to remove any and all offensive material.  So far, to be honest, I haven't found much. 
     Mostly I think what is going on is that people's egos are out of control with 'self-importance' set on high.

     The End For Now.