Grolsch and Guy

I haven't blogged because I've been short on time this week. I actually got some time to myself tonight, but I'm not enjoying it because I'm too wound up from the previous few days. I know what you're thinking - Jayvin, you need learn how to relax. No, I don't need to learn how to relax. I need to get in my truck and go get some beer. I think that will help settle the mood swings. I've gone from normal to elated, depressed to furious, with a large dose of frustration, all in two days. And now I have that "vaguely dissatisfied" feeling that everybody hates. And that really makes me furious. So I guess I'm not vaguely dissatisfied, am I?

Well, I'm back with the beer. I got Grolsch, a Dutch brand that I useta drink in school. Haven't had it for a while. It's a lager, mild but with a little bit of a tang, in case you care. And I know you do, since you're reading this, so I'll elaborate: You can chug a gallon of that stuff before you know it. I wonder if the thought was on Grolsch when the phrase "Dutch courage" was coined. The clerk who sold it to me tried to pronounce it and I laughed. The clerk who sold it to me also works at the store where my ex-boyfriend's ex-boyfriend is the manager. I really glad he (ex of ex) wasn't there. Because I am seriously in the mood for a fight, and someone, somewhere, needs his eyes scratched out. It might as well be him. Anyway, I started drinking Grolsch in college when Guy Al Ejel turned me on to it. I miss him a lot. He was killed in a car accident on Aloca highway near our dorm. It's been a while since I thought of him. I remember so many people that have come and gone from my life. You never know who stays and who goes, whatever the reason. It's been a surprise, the people with whom I still have contact. Depressing. Maybe the beer wasn't such a good idea after all.... But I'm still gonna drink it and remember Guy. Assalamu alaikum, my friend.