The obligatory weeping and gnashing of teeth to be all alone on Valentines, replaced by the crunge. Sick on hearts day? I intended to go out with some good ladies for fancy beers and perhaps some inappropriate heckling, but alas some sort of alien has taken my body as host and all I can do is hope that whiskey will be my lover/savior/preacher/teacher, or at least crutch. I’m spending Valentine’s Day with this dude, he is a warrior and he brings to me dying flowers and a special message. Say it with dead flowers and a card to my love of whiskey.