AN EXPLANATION
I sought refuge in the recently incarnated WEEKLY RAMBLE, but became distraught when Volume 2 was mysteriously deleted by an internet goblin. It REALLY GOT ME IN A FUNK.
In San Antonio, the closest grocery store to me was HEB PLUS - THE BEST.
The closest grocery store to my house now is Central Market - while, still a division of HEB, sells very expensive gouda and designer ice cream, with very little alternatives.
The gas stations up here sell hand-crafted, whole-wheat, vegan breakfast biscuits and kombucha tea.
I JUST WANT SOME GODDAMN GATORADE. MAYBE A SNICKERS.
So the posts have gotten dispersed between the pesky work hours, failed attempts at becoming an "Austin cyclist," and the general delusion of life on earth. Plus my gut's growing.
Oh yeah, and Los Spurs chomped the pavement.
Where do I go from here? The vast amount of Suburban Protocol fans are hungry, ready to slop down any piece of slick, semi-pro, nit-wit criticism I'm willing to spill. And believe me, the spillage was once mighty fine. But now has diminished into a pulp of gastric pus.
Yeah...... PUS. <------ GROSS.ORG.
I don't even know what I'm talking about anymore.
THE SOLUTION
Go to my twitter account and catch my lazy-ass rambles.
The Protocol blog may be utilized in the future as a resource for media postage, etc. But moreover, will serve as an archive for some of the greatest internet literature ever to be produced by a pasty, soft, white guy.
THIS IS ALL FOR YOU. THE FANS. YOU ARE THE BEST. GLORY TO THE HIGHEST.
NEVER, EVER, EVER FORGET....
HOUSTON: SUCKS. DALLAS: SUCKS.
POMPOUS BASTARDS UNITE!!!
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DIG IT AND GET IN IT
