Ballard Street by Jerry Van Amerongen for September 22, 2021

Now that Noland has had is morning eye opener, he’s ready to get down to another day of letting every thing go to hell.

Every street has a lush, and Noland is ours.

Why not? It’s 5 PM somewhere.

This is what the folks in AA fight every day of their lives.

He fed the dog, and apparently ate something. Post Time!

Except his mornings start about 10AM and last until 8PM.

“I’m gonna have some Pop Tarts!”

Nolan’s broken out the Maple Syrup bottle again…and on a Wednesday instead of his usual Saturday!

I knew a chap, many years ago, who poured himself a shot of brandy as soon as he swung his feet out of bed and they hit the floor. The rest of the day was sip .. sip … sip. Of course he died in his early 50s from liver problems.

It seems everything is a reason for a celebration and everything else is a reason to justify it.

Skål

celebrate while you can – it’s all downhill from there ;-)

Why wait till noon to get stupid?

31 years last week. Still beating it!

Shortly thereafter, Noland lost control…

The overdrinker’s underthinking.

There’s a lot to be said about the advantages of getting an early start.

Noland’s favorite song lyrics: “♬ One bourbon, one scotch, and one beer…♫”

Is liquor part of a complete breakfast?

Noland has a strange idea of having everything under control.