How do you get a cold in Texas? By eating poorly and drinking too much. I can’t help it; I love those little jalapeño poppers, and beer is okay too. I’m paying the price now though. I have to go do an interview with a really energetic, chatty, young girl. I feel and look like the devil used me for a Q-tip.
I used to work in a bar that had an enormous Frenchman working the door. I called him “Franken-frog” because he was French and enormous.
One night after work Franken-frog recounted a funny story about someone getting battered to death by someone or something, and he laughed heartily at the memory and then mused, “Ah, life.”
Whenever I feel I’m being dealt a less than fantastic hand I hear those two words, and booming gaw-faw, in echoey refrain.
I hear him now.
“Ah, life.”