The great thing about magazine ads was you had more space to tell a story, in the imagery and, as shown here, in the copy.

We've done this since our first year and it's always a fun time... Looking for festive romances, 100-1200 words! Be a part of our romantic and jolly tradition! 🎄🎅🏻 #writingcommunity #romance #christmas #holidays #meetcute #flashfiction

As a demonstration to coworkers that I'm officially on Fuck You Time, I've started telling everyone "I'm gonna get a head start on my drinking. Have a great weekend," at 9:00 A.M. don't Wednesday.

It's called day drinking activated

You know what happens when neither your problems nor productivity stand a chance in the daylight?

A 40-year-old adjunct professor. Multiple colleges. No money. No job security. Public transportation. Students, protests, lunatics and enough academic bullshit to fill a football stadium. @HughBlanton5 reviews Fight for Your Long Day by Alex Kudera in his patented drunken style. Spoiler: there's an unexpected message of kindness buried in there. It’s a hell of a review for a hell of a long day. Cheers, Hugh. piped.video/--I-k8xAsrw?si=dkVM…

So glad to have been able to publish it!! It's so fun to read!! For not being your genre, you wrote it well! And if you ever write anything else romantic, send it my way! 😊

Just discovered the greatest Nashville day-drunking hack: Pick a day when the Titans are playing at home and you've pretty much got the city to yourself.

Just enough time to enjoy a drink in peace.

Feel my pain.

This electrical outlet at Dino's just got kicked in the balls.

The Red Door. Another nice dive in East Nashville

Finally found a decent dive

Just another example of how an egotistical guitar player can destroy a beautiful drinking experience in an otherwise perfect dive.

this is what ruins Nashville bars

I wrote an short article about recycling for the homeowners association newsletter but someone edited out the word "shitheads" all 16 times.

Labor Day: a three-day treat to get cripplingly drunk, eat like a condemned man, and solidify the theory that Tuesday is somebody else’s problem. Tomorrow I’m calling in sick because I'll need one more day to determine whether I'm hungover, have alcohol poisoning, or in the early stages of a lifestyle that ends with my obituary being posted before my out-of-office reply.