Hyperspace

I imagine that driving in the snow, with the white flakes headed in all directions as they hit your windshield, is a lot like driving through hyperspace drunk.  Like Han Solo and Lei driving through hyperspace, that’s me in a snowstorm. 

I like to talk about Star Wars with people I don’t know, when we first meet.  I think you can tell a lot about a person by what they watch, read…do.  I don’t recall if Spencer liked Star Wars.  Spencer was a law student at Georgia State; he liked the playground that we went to when we were all drunk, and he liked whiskey.  You can never tell much about a guy by what he drinks though, unless he drinks it through a straw.

Brett only drank beer, and cheap beer.  Rand only drank liquor, but never whiskey.  My brothers will drink anything with alcohol in it, but they claim to appreciate the finer taste of well aged whiskey.  They’re full of crap.

So you can’t tell a boy just by what he drinks.  Or even just if he has a dog, not everyone who has a dog is a nice person, just think of Michael Vick. 

Even if he has an awesome dog that can sit, lie down, shake, roll over, and play dead all on command.  Even if he has a wonderful pit bull mix that he rescued from the pound, and he takes on long walks everyday and to the park every weekend, there’s still the chance that he had sex with some stranger in his fiancé’s car.  There’s still the chance that he’s an asshole.  So really there’s just no way to tell.