music and booze and i'm blogging drunk, a strange first, sound the alarms

when you're drunk, like i am right now, you think you'll always want to feel this way, like youll always want
to listen to "why" by carly simon. i feel strangely content. i wish i were drinking red wine with my uncle
juan, actually. i'd be pleased and he'd probably bust out the bongos or something. he reminds
me of that counting crows song "mr. jones." is this about anything?