Poop Is Brown

It’s the week after the Memorial Day holiday & my body is speckled with random bruises. Some I remember exactly how I got, others I can place the situation but not the action, but I can’t quite remember where the one on my forehead came from. Elbows were definitely from my Chris Farley impression on the coffee table, knee is from ducking in the bathroom avoiding the shower spray & flung toilet water, but damn if I can figure out the big red one just at my hair line. I can say every drunk night bruise I’ve ever gotten is a badge of pride & usually serves to map out the evenings festivities. Oh well, maybe when I get plastered on July 4th the glorious memories will come flooding back. In the meantime, I’ve got some kick-ass war wounds.