I’m at the bar, I tell my fellow bartender, I gotta go. I might be awhile. I go, probably five minutes, I come back, and for some reason, my underwear has gone out-of-alignment. It’s all bunched up. I try to organize it, pull it up this way, pull it down that way, but it still doesn’t feel right. It feels like I left a sock in there. Very uncomfortable.
My buddy’s at the bar, I approach him, and tell him of my conundrum. He says, blog post?
Yeah, I say. Probably.
From my heart to yours,
Clint Curtis. Bartender.