No Yesterday Coffee

This morning was the morning after a night of whiskey on the rocks with a few tokes thrown in just because. It has been awhile since I tipped a flask over a small glass of ice. I will say, the best way to conserve a bottle of high end sour mash is to not drink it very often. When I do, it only takes a couple ounces on ice to cheer me up and only 6 ounces and a joint to kick my ass.........

This morning I woke up hard. My ass had been thoroughly kicked. I wasn't really hung over. I was dazed and confused. The first thing on my mind was:

"Where is the coffee and do I have any left from yesterday?"

I had no "yesterday coffee". Damn. I will have to brew some. I turned on the TV while the coffee press did what coffee presses do. 

While I waited, I decided the best way to turn off the after effects of too much alcohol was to spark up some doob to go with my morning brew. So I fired up some of my self made "Mutant Hash" and while the coffee released its magic into those freshly ground beans: in a few minutes I was baked and really Jonesing for that first cup.

"Morning Joe" of the newly formed, MS-NOW was all about the latest stupidity dreamed up by "Donald Von Head Up His Ass". A follow up of sorts , or maybe just a continuation of another stupidity of his regarding his Venezuela vendatta against President Maduro. I stopped paying attention a few days ago when I heard American troops invaded Maduro's country, killed 32 Cuban soldiers and kidnapped Maduro to face charges in the US justice system.

I was about to pay more attention again when I took my first sip of the coffee I had brewed only a few minutes previous. Any notion of whining and complaining about another stupid Trump moment I have no control over flew out the window once I swallowed that first sip.

It was a perfect cup of coffee. It was the cup of coffee my taste buds always yearn for, but are so often left disappointed. I brew decent coffee, but the perfect brew only comes around once a decade or so. Well, maybe 10-12 times a year, but shit, who cares anyway? My point has been made. I brewed a perfect cup of coffee this morning. Anything I encounter for the rest of the day will pale in comparison. 

I came to loving coffee the hard way. My parents ran through many pots a day of the stuff. They would never allow me to drink it as a child; they were convinced that little boys needed no such artificial stimulations to add more crazy to their mad hatter ways. Both drank it black, which made it an easy choice for me to not complain. I detested black coffee then and still detest black coffee now. If God had meant for coffee to be consumed black, God would not have invented cows.

It wasn't until I began driving trucks over the road that I developed a taste for coffee. When go fast pills were unavailable or I was out of them, I began drinking coffee with a copious amount of cream and sugar. Eventually I became hooked. It was desperate measures while a truck driver that led me to coffee. It was the first perfect cup that sealed the deal. I have been pursuing that same cup ever since.

Brewing decent coffee is not hard. Brewing perfect coffee is being lucky. But brewing perfect coffee to go with an early morning bake is heaven.

Keep it 'tween the ditches. ................................

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Once again the Google Gods and their offspring, YouTube somehow found the perfect tune to go along with that perdfect cup of coffee. Here is Little Stranger with their wake and bake song, "Coffee & a Joint". Enjoy.

I Blame That Last Whiskey on the Rocks

I was hoping my return to the cluster fuck that comprises the Social Media world would be more notable than just allowing a drunken loser back in who had nothing new to say because he has decided that there is nothing good going on worthy of note.

I was hoping, but well, as you can see, I failed big time. And to make matters worse, instead of stopping at two Whiskies on the Rocks, I decided that a third one might just improve my perspective......... Does not seem to be working........... Maybe some doob, a big pull from some righteous bud from my own garden would twist the moment in a positive direction. ......... Give me a minute.

As that toke slowly settles in and that last sip of excellent sour mash warms my belly, I will now search for the appropriate image to post alongside this awesome post I have decided to write that very well may fall short of "great" and be doomed to the ash heap of drunk and disorderly ramblings from a man who has given up fighting the slow mind numbing crawl of destruction closing in on what was in his mind before, the greatest country in the World. 

Every day, our current leader, "Donald Von Head Up His Ass", finds another nail to pound into the coffin we allowed to be constructed by idiots, nincompoops and really, really stupid amoral assholes who just do not care what a majority of us think. It's sad really. ......... It's sad that by doing nothing awhile ago, we created what is happening now. 

I could cast blame on specific people. But I am tired of that. They know who they are and what a majority of Americans think of their evil clown comedies. ....... They just don't give a fuck. They have the reins now and are determined to fuck up this country as much as possible before they get kicked out on their sorry asses. 

So, just to emphasize what we have done to ourselves, here is a wonderful example of the kind of leader we put in power.

In retrospect; as an afterword of sorts....... I had hoped to return to the Internet Jungle with a more positive outlook than the one I found myself in these past couple of months. I really hoped I could present a more postive Crum and hide the absolute disgust I have for where our culture, our society, our country is at the moment.

Hmm, seems my third whiskey on the rocks is now nothing on the rocks. I will have to remedy that. 

Give me a minute ........................

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Damn. I hate the self imposed rules I inject into my own actions. I guess it was a few years ago I decided that including some music to accompany each post would gussey up the overall impression each post offered. The jury is still out on that one; yet I still insist on following the rule I set down so long ago.

Lucky Day. I punched in "Whiskey Drinkin Music" into the YouTube search engine. And like magic from some place on high, "Tennessee Whiskey", by Teddy Swims came up. Less than a minute into the test drive, I decided this song was perfect for my half in the bag state of mind. ...........

But Wait! The next song in line was another great tune by Teddy, "Lose Control". Suddenly I was faced with music that related to me in so many ways. One helped me cry in my beer. The other one reflected my total loss of control when considering what the future might be that is gaining steam and heading right for us. 

So, here is a rare two fer from the same artist.