Come After Me

On the off chance that you read the blog, aren't on my e-mail list and want to come celebrate me finally becoming, after 40 years and 2 days, A Man... well, email me at dmt shooter at gmail dot com. (Aka, my 40th birthday.)

Inspiration, as always, comes from self-righteous college football coaches who are taking life far too seriously.



I especially like the fact that he got applause when he left. That's what you do when you are in the presence of a man -- you show some respect!

Anyway, your date is Friday, June 5, your place is an Atlantic City casino that has a poker room TBD later, and we will eat manly things, drink manly drinks, and make manly wagers. I'll hit you back late next week with the details.

(Oh, and the final word on this was given by the Shooter Wife, who told me not to spend too much on the hooker. When I shot down the idea of paying for it by asking her what I'd do after the first 14 minutes, her reply was "Tell her about your blog?" I married well.)