Daily Archives: April 13, 1993

I was in a bar the other day, trying to get Guantanamo to buy me a drink when this cute young thing walked in and headed straight for a bar stool near mine.  I took it as a sign from above and headed over to offer her a bag of complimentary airline peanuts I had saved for just such an occasion. It worked.  We started a pleasant conversation and I figured I was getting somewhere until I mentioned that I worked for a motorcycling magazine. After that, the conversation took a downward spiral that I never recovered from and I ended up leaving with only Mr. Guantanamo for company. Continue reading →