Take the Red Pill, not the "Chill" Pill

My short lived high school journalism career peaked in excellence with the first, and only, article I wrote. The topic addressed in this article is an activity that, at the time, I felt was both unhealthy and somehow rapidly gaining mainstream appeal. Upon its release the article sparked school-wide controversy, and shortly after was deemed juvenile and unimportant to current school issues. Needless to say, I was let go from the journalism department several weeks later because of what my teacher called, "a lack of work ethic and poor use of class time." Whether this was the actual reason, or because my ideas were just too subversive and ahead of their time is unimportant. The real issue still centers around the harmful effects of "chilling." Are these troubles still as prevalent today as they were seven years ago? Read the following article, then decide for yourself.

Seasonal Boozing as Leaves Gracefully Turn

As soon as the final rotting jack o'lanterns of Halloween are stomped out by the feet of maniacal screaming children, all holiday fuss and confusion is focused like a laser beam on Christmas. Never mind Thanksgiving with all its abundant offerings of glorious gluttony, people much rather prefer overspending and peppermint bark. Don't get it twisted, I love many aspects of Christmas, but for the love of God, please allow us a November free of candy canes. In order to rekindle the spirit of fall and thanksgiving, here is a unique and simple twist on a classic drink.

Step 1: Combine vodka and kahlua in a glass filled with ice (you can probably see where this is headed).

Step 2: Skate down to your nearest 711 (here comes the twist) and grab a few pumpkin spice creamer packets. Pour a couple of them over the top of drink.

Step 3: Either stir and contents of the glass to fully incorporate them together, or (as I am known to do) sit back and watch the cream gradually swirl with the alcohols in the glass. You know have yourself the pumpkin spice white russian! Keep your minds out of the gutter and on Thanksgiving.

October tore through my world like a flood of lava. Jesse moved off of my couch (an event to which I shall shed a tear or three), The Giants won the world series, and I managed to create a costume out of a potato sack and some yarn. Here are a few visual aids to better understand the past month.

My father purchased a shirt, drank a beer, then insisted I grill him meat logs. Then he told my mother that she should have brought more beer.

Fall has the best sunsets, and this one just so happened to come at the end of an amazing day filled with skating, pie baking, drinking, and then more skating.

Austin received a tattoo and had the pleasure of viewing Tremors, one of Kevin Bacon's best films.

Game 1 against Detroit went swimmingly and would essentially set the tone for a World series sweep. This is a screen shot of the Panda after ripping Justin Verlander a new one. The score says it all.

This dude decided to celebrate by drinking a beer at work in plain sight. Real secretive pal.

Always make sure to have a big enough mouth opening to consume beer, or in my case, maybe I should have sewn that thing up nice and tight.