Worst name for a cocktail ever? Probably. After a few well placed pats on my own back with the Freedom of ’76 and the Morning Bell, a few others in recent memory…Cocktails that not only tasted good but were clever with the usage and waste of the ingredients, I’ve been scrambling to think of new concoctions. Part of it is that sometimes I just don’t feel like drinking, but if I have an idea, I want to be able to taste it. This is the tough part of the job. Everyone who sits down at night always says “Oh man, if I were you I’d be drinking like this at home every night!” Dude, I don’t go into your job and say, “Oh man, I wish I could fondle nutsacks all day!” or “I really wish I could type out code!” I guess being a warlock/drug dealer/therapist is really cool to the punters.

Ever since I started working a second job I’ve noticed my verve for writing in the morning begin to decline. This, combined with my son’s energy makes for some crappy, grumpy posting over the last two months. I also have crazy ADHD, I’ve come to grips with this fact more and more, especially in the last year.I get really focused on one thing, put forth an enormous effort toward it, then discard it after a time. I did this for years with novel writing. I would generate an insane intensity toward finishing an idea and then once it was done, I redirected the energy somewhere else, to a new project. Around this time last year, I finished the cocktail book but it really needs another draft. I’ve been cooking some stuff up as of late…Writing while at the kid’s park during the day…It’s something I really want to get done…But there’s also so many ideas bubbling up in this crazy head. A few years ago I wrote a really cool screenplay, a horror movie, and this past Halloween, after watching Talk to Me I thought about doing another draft. Of course, all this takes so much time. In my old routine I could sometimes pump out four pages a day which equates to 120 pages a month–this is part of the reason I was able to be so prolific from 2020-2022. Three years of daily writing where I missed just one or two days the entire time. In 2023 this blog started. I said I would do it for three months but then well, here we are after ten months. Yeah, holy shit. At this point I don’t know if I would be able to write anything serious with everything going on in the morning around me. My son now likes to come into my office and watch cartoons and mess around, sing songs, pull stuff out of boxes, chase the dog with a chair, climb on me…It’s not the most ripe environment for sitting down and focusing.

Two hours later…

Yeah, this is all getting a little too meta maybe…Just got back from two hours at the kid’s park…Feeling a little less…Angsty…Amazing what a little sun and outdoor time can do to the mind…Some interesting thoughts and observations for the notebook…A kid at the park named Callahan…The parents kept saying his name over and over and all I could think of was Dirty Harry Callahan played by Clint Eastwood.

Callahan! Callahan! I’m losing it a bit. I heard no other names at the park today except for that one and it’s going to haunt my fucking dreams. I’m in the home stretch now. Just under 60 posts to go now I think…And then? Oh god.

Simmons & Cash

1 oz. White Rum

.5 oz. Spiced Rum

.5 oz. Cashew Orgeat

.5 oz. Fresh Lime Juice

.5 oz. Lime Sherbet

.5 oz. Persimmon Falernum