I'm smarter than you (at least I used to be)

I used to be a genius.
My mother told me so.
I have no reason not to believe her.

I used to have it all figured out, I was going to be a writer; have people pay for my thoughts and beg for more.

Why wouldn't they? I was a genius after all and this plan sure beat the reality of a cubicle and a boss over your shoulder right?

Then...
The last 15 years are a bit fuzzy. Somewhere along the sidewalk of my world, which lay strewn with bottles and buzzes and bands my genius left my side; our paths diverged. There was no Dear John letter and I couldn't tell you the exact date it happened but I am no doubt dumber now.

I am still unsure if this intellectual collapse is due to the chemical chorus which has continually serenaded my brain or if my awareness merely caught up with reality; either way: it happened.

Luckily, (for at least one of us) I still have some juice up there. Eleven years of collegiate philosophy is floating around somewhere and if I hunt long enough perhaps some wisdom can be wrung out.

So...
Here is your introduction. Here is your invitation. Visit at your own risk. Much of my mind is minced and I'm not entirely sure what you'll get but I've managed to escape my box and my headset and for now, I'm free. I offer you what I have: opinions on music and sports and politics, observations, hazy memories, random writings. Free Beers for you, how can you beat that deal?

Sold yet?
Ready to subscribe?

Let's see what we find up there.

-K. Michael Beers