Opening his front door to the early morning, still and cool, Serge could make out the faint sound of waves against beach and wooden dock. The smell of Charlotte on his pea coat mixed with the salt of the sea. An anchor patch, with freshly re-stitched corners to remind him of the love he would be returning to, beat over his heart in the breeze. Serge's foot hoovered for a moment over that first stair from home towards ocean, examining the greatest battleground between his two loves, imagining already his return to both. And then he stepped.
i decided yesterday that steve's solo music moniker would be, "wildfire". and a while ago, somehow it started that when we see each other, sometimes we just say, "boner". so of course, his two volume debut album would be titled, "the boner album"
youre welcome steve.
if i ever have the money and time to try brewing beer, i might name and package it like this. i like bigger bottles, so you can share with others and enjoy in full, in one sitting. i designed and named this first attempt with the idea of a porter, which i think is my favorite. very dense and super dark, so i thought, "blackhole" would be fitting. who knows what blackoak brewery 1984 will come out with next...