Honesty is the Best Policy. . . I think.

One of the temptations in doing a blog like this is to be less than honest to make yourself look better. But I think it is really important to be honest.
So, the truth is that I am drinking beer tonight. At least I'm drinking good beer. It's Dead Guy Ale from Rogue Brewery in Oregon. Good stuff. At ten bucks a six pack, it better be. That's one benefit of being older and more settled - you can afford good beer. I remember the old days when I was working as a house painter, I would drink two 40s of Old English 800. Sometimes I would even wait until after work to start drinking. I used to self-medicate a lot more than I do now. I was a self-employed painting contractor for three years. There was a whole lot of drinkin' going on in those days. Talk about stress! Being a business owner is not for me. I don't have the guts for it. My brother-in-law and I started this painting business together. It was his idea. I still haven't forgiven him for that.
"Hey Rob! We should start our own painting business!"
"Yeah, Andy. That's a great idea!"
If I had a time machine, I'd go back to that exact moment, step out of the time machine, and slap the crap out of myself.
For a long time it was just the two of us working painting these huge houses because we couldn't afford employees. We'd work until 2:00 a.m. trying to meet deadlines. On those nights, I'd run to McDonald's or something to get Andy and I something for dinner. Actually, I passed on the hamburgers. I stopped at 7-11 for a twelve pack and that would be my dinner. It was the only way I could see to get through those times. I've learned a lot since then. I only buy six packs now.