I don’t know why but this Christmas I really have the blues and there is not enough booze to shake this shit off. I have a healthy, happy young son, my wife stays with me for some strange reason, I own my home (or the bank lets me think that), my job is alight, no great conversation or mental stimulation, it is not Plato's academy, but most of them mean well, it is not the mindless hell many people work in, and despite my drinking I am still healthy. Yet I have the BB King blues. I should not, there are people that have it really tough, I know that, but still I am bluer than a dog registering in the South as a Democrat. Cheer me up you fuckers and fucketts.