Happy fucking Thanksgiving!

I am thankful for poetry, strippers, good bourbon, divorce courts, BBQ turkey, unemployment insurance, fast music, controversial writers, vinyl records, tattoos, sweet beards, thrift store treasures, porn stars, neverending supplies of Coke Zero, the friends that turned out to be true friends, the enemies who force me to be better every single day, for being tall and blue eyed, for oversized chaise lounges, bisexual girlfriends, good Pinot, Netflix, retarded boston terriers, incense, single malt Scotch, roaring fires, and mostly thankful for the fact that I am Adam Schirling, and no matter what I do, I will succeed and emerge triumphant while my adversaries fall to the wayside. Time for some fucking bird and some booze people. enjoy it.