7. The Da Nang Dunts – Hanoi, Vietnam

For the third time, our three rogues found themselves on Vietnamese turf, this time in northern Vietnam, Hanoi, to be exact.

Having all grown up on American Vietnamese war movies, including Thor’s favourites, Apocalypse Now, Platoon, Deer Hunter and Danger Close: The Battle of Long Tan, Sarge’s favourite, Tropic Thunder, and Member’s favourite Cat Shit One, the Dunts were curious as to whether there were any issues between northern and southern Vietnamese.

There aren’t.

They are indeed, one people, one nation, and their food and beer are lovely in every directional point of the country, be it north, south, east, west or somewhere in the middle.

Something some western countries could take note of.

Before the Dunts could work all this out though, they had to find their way to their accommodation. After a rainy day taxi ride into chaos, they…

Found an alley between a backpackers and a craft shop, headed through a sometimes locked iron gate, down the narrow alley, triggering apartment dogs to bark each time, around motorcycles, construction materials, careful to avoid the so far uncooked crazy sprinting cat, to then come to the end of the alley where a man sometimes cooked for a restaurant.

Then turned right and immediately right again to make their way up some always slippery wet steps, before again turning right and headed to the very end of another narrow alley.

Once there, they yet again turned right, then took their first left turn where they climbed up some ladder-like stairs so as to access their accommodation.

They then laid down on their very comfy beds trying to remember the intrepid travel route should they ever need to exit.

A staircase leading to a secured doorway, with a person working above on a platform, surrounded by metal railings and lighting.
‘I made it’ hollered Member from way up high over yonder (top left)

Member had never had a haircut in Vietnam before, so why not.

Now, just because a bikie gang rides bikes, it doesn’t mean that’s their only mode of transport. The Dunts took a bus.

Then went to find a train at, you guessed it, Train Street. Tran Phú / Phùng Hưng in Hanoi’s Old Quarter, to be precise.

A fluffy white dog resting on a wooden table in a cafe, with a basket beside it, while people walk in the background along a cobblestone path.
Even dogs love Train Street

Having not eaten for a while, why not eat.

And all three Dunts do love a Long Phuc. In fact, it doesn’t even have to be a long one. Being very accommodating, they don’t even mind if the words are around the wrong way.

Three men smiling in front of the Phuc Long Coffee & Tea shop, with one man pointing at the sign.

It’s always wise to keep a good lookout for a street of button shops, for one never knows when they might need several thousand buttons.

A bustling fabric market filled with stacks of colorful rolls of fabric and spools of thread, organized on shelves and tables, with a vendor sitting in the background.

Then guess what happened after Train Street, street food and the street with untold button shops. Beer Street happened. Beer Street is also known as Ta Hiện Street and believe it or not, they have beer there.

One does not simply become a king of Beer Street by not repeatedly attending Beer Street and drinking lots of beer.

Over the next few days, the Dunts became the kings of Beer Street.

Also wanting to share the love and their money outside Beer Street, the Dunts stepped up to the mark and drank beer in many other places throughout Hanoi. They’re good like that.

Three men sitting at a table in a busy street, each holding a beer, enjoying their time together. The background shows pedestrians and a bicycle rickshaw.

The thing with Beer Street is that it closes at midnight.

The other thing with Beer Street is that at 2359hrs everyone goes inside the bars, the doors close and the police send a vehicle down the street with its lights flashing.

The other other thing with Beer Street is that at 0001hrs the doors open and everyone comes out and continues drinking beer on the street.

A busy street scene at night with people socializing outside a bar. Several green beer bottles are visible on tables, illuminated by red and purple lights. A vehicle with flashing lights is seen in the background, adding to the vibrant atmosphere.
Police clearing Beer Street at one minute to midnight

Unless of course, you’re one of the Da Nang Dunts who, by night two, had made it to elite level.

The Dunts were privileged enough to be allowed to remain at their seats during the entire shutting down and opening process.

See, I told you they became the kings of Beer Street.

When drinking beer, sometimes Dunts get hungry and if you’ve ever wondered who makes the best Bahn Mi, well it’s the Vietnamese of course. Simple, yet amazingly yum.

When food plays such a defining part in gang tours, it’s difficult not to include evidence.

Sometimes after feeding, gang members feel like a cigarette. Sometimes, they don’t even smoke it but the Dunts never let such fine details interfere with anything, especially Member.

Any man with a brain would not mess with Member when he goes next level and becomes Dart Member.

Being that the Dunts were in Hanoi, it only made sense that they visit another war museum, this one being the Vietnam Military History Museum, with the UNESCO World Heritage-listed Hanoi Flag Tower inside.

List of Vietnamese resistance wars against various invaders throughout history, detailing specific conflicts and their dates.
This poster listing the wars speaks volumes

Three people standing by a serene lake surrounded by trees, with a distant island and city skyline in the background.
Hoàn Kiếm Lake (Lake of the Returned Sword),

It took a visit to KFC in Hanoi for Sarge to realise that although President Thor is only little, one should not go to the toilet when Thor needs to defecate… even if one needs to defecate really badly.

Rather than witness Thor’s faeces splatter, squirt, ooze, dribble and ultimately stink, Sarge did what all good Sergeants at Arms would do should their president…

Sprint up the one lane stairs whilst physically holding his ass closed, then reenacting Jonah Lomu running over Mike Catt in the 1995 Rugby World Cup by steamrolling Sarge and Speedy Gonzales-ing into the oner person toilet.

Mike Catt almost shit himself that day in ’95.

Sarge came a lot closer to shitting himself.

Thor may have actually shit himself.

Member was normal and no shit was involved.

By the sweaty, pale, sickly look on Thor’s face, it was probably best for all of Hanoi that he beat Sarge to the bog.

Well, we think he made it in time, although that’s still up for debate.

It was around this time though that Sarge came to regret not replacing his stolen undies.

Sarge needed a beer after reliving that moment so…

Close-up of a Bia Viet Cold Brew Lager bottle, featuring a red and yellow label with a bird logo, held by a hand against a green table.
It is indeed the pride of Vietnam

A man wearing a conical hat stands on a busy street, smiling while carrying a bamboo pole with two baskets of fruits, including bananas and pineapples.
Like the scales of justice

Enter, The Slug!

This next piece of literature can only be appreciated with video evidence but there is something to be said for a certain member of the gang taking it upon himself to change two very sour faced angry looking bar girls into sweet faced happy looking bar girls.

Member does have some funky moves at the best of times, but he has one particular dance move that without doubt, takes the trophy.

It’s called, The Slug.

Not, The Worm, The Slug.

If he could patent it, copyright it or somehow take ownership of it, he should.

It is seriously, a thing of absolute beauty intertwined with the finest art, and it’s fair to say, there is nothing else like it.

Introducing, The Slug!

The Slug

But not everything is about beer when the Dunts tour. They also quite like other Vietnamese exquisite drinks like their coffees and teas.

As much as the Dunts loved Hanoi, it was unfortunately, time to head home, but not before a sneaky little couple of days in Saigon.

Hotel photos of course.

A mannequin dressed in a Nike outfit stands beside a man posing playfully in a sports retail store.
Gang members can be eshays too

Finally, if one ever feels sad leaving Vietnam, one must remind themselves they aren’t Member who ordered coffee instead of beer. Beer time, not coffee time, Member. A trick for young players, maybe.

And therein lies the end of yet, another phenomenal tour by the Da Nang Dunts.

As their 2024 trip finished, planning for 2025 was already underway.

6. The Da Nang Dunts – Luang Prabang, Laos

Laos, for the first time on their travels, was a new country for all three of our rapscallions. Therefore, no need to keep a keen lookout for three-legged children resembling President Thor.

It’s the small things in life.

Like some previous stops, such as S-21 and Angkor Wat, Luang Prabang is a UNESCO World Heritage site.

Much like the Dunts, suitable words to describe Luang Prabang, are quaint and cute.

As remarkable as this little town is, it is now forever known as the town that stole Sarge’s undies. That’s yet to unfold though.

An old, weathered pickup truck with a black exterior and substantial rust patches, parked beside colorful greenery and flowering plants.
If the Dunts weren’t a bikie gang and were instead a car-ie gang, they’d drive this

Luang Prabang also has beer too.

Some of their beers even say enticing things like ‘finest ingredients, limited edition, artists edition’. To be honest, the Dunts don’t need much enticing for beer. But they’re very much not against enticing.

Not all beers had such lovely words, but the Dunts would drink them anyway because they’ve never really been racist against beer. Any beer really.

Not all heroes wear capes, right.

Like previous countries they’d toured, the Dunts appreciated the historic culture.

Things like Buddhist shrines built into natural rock walls where locals would not only stop off randomly to pray, but also leave gifts.

A rocky hillside featuring multiple golden sculptures and shrines, adorned with flowers and offerings.
A rock wall and man-made shrine complimenting each other in central Luang Prabang

Admiring man-made shrines is always better after a feed.

I’ll have whatever that is, please…

And for dessert, I’ll have that, please…

Washed down with that, please…

Three men sitting at a table with dishes and drinks, overlooking a river and mountains in the background.
Breakfast on the Mekong River included with accommodation

Of the three Dunts, one really digs zenning, one really digs cats and one really digs his undies not being stolen.

The first full day in Luang Prabang wasn’t about stolen undies or even cuddling cats, for that matter.

It was about zenning at waterfalls.

And cuddling bears.

Twenty-nine kilometres south of Luang Prabang are the stunning Kuang Si Falls.

One can’t miss the bear rescue centre known as Tat Kuang Si, at the very entrance to the falls.

Tat Kuang Si is dedicated to protecting Asia’s black bears, particularly the moon and sun bears.

The Dunts dig that.

Three men posing beside bear sculptures in a forest setting, with informational plaques visible.
Similar to the Dunts not being racist about beers, they also don’t care what colour bears they cuddle

Unfortunately, there are no photos of President Thor zenning, so the Dunts recommend using your imagination.

People enjoying a visit to a scenic waterfall surrounded by lush greenery, with wooden bridges crossing over turquoise waters.
Difficult to zen here with so many tourists, but as President Thor can attest, it is possible

Zen zone

After much zenning and bear statue cuddling, our travelling heathens headed back into the big smoke of Luang Prabang, via a couple of picturesque little cafes, including The Bamboo Farm Restaurant.

A decorative bamboo structure shaped like a heart, featuring the sign 'Bamboo Farm,' situated near a lake with mountains in the background.
With the Mekong River in the background

And the amazing Full House Cafe in a small village called Ban Thin Som.

When travelling in Southeast Asian heat with minimal luggage, doing the laundry is a must.

Sometimes the Dunts’ wash their own, but sometimes, they splash out and pay to have it done.

Having one’s undies come back crisp, clean, folded and smelling all fresh like lavender or roses, is often one of their small pleasantries.

Now it goes without saying that any bikie gang can smell of body odour, stale sweat, stale beer, old dirt roads, blood, and often even, poos and wees. Believe me when I tell you, the Dunts’ are all over that shit.

But they do consider themselves somewhat civilised bikies and very much enjoy clean undies.

This one time (without a flute) at Luang Prabang, their laundry came back washed.

Sarge was missing a few pairs of undies though. Six to be exact.

He’d also gained a couple of pairs that weren’t his.

Member was happy to become the owner of those that weren’t Sarge’s.

Sarge remains unsure whether the ones Member took off his hands were even his or whether he’s an astute closet undies collector.

Ultimately, Sarge came to the conclusion that there was an undies thief in the town.

Initial enquiries came to no avail.

Undies shops in Luang Prabang are not a dime a dozen, which of course gives good reason as to why someone would steal Sarge’s undies.

With the counterfeit USD$100 scam still fresh in his memory, many things were going through Sarge’s head.

Things like whether the undie thief stole his undies before or after they were washed, whether they had already fled the country, possibly even on a fake passport?

Sarge doesn’t think stealing someone’s undies is very cool at all.

In fact, Sarge thinks it sucks shit.

After much angst, he came to the conclusion that he did not have the time, nor the effort, to hunt a real life undie thief in Luang Prabang, Laos.

He could always ask his fellow gang members to share their undies with him, because that’s what brotherhoods do.

Knowing his brothers like he does though, Sarge did not ask them. He’s pretty confident they’d share their undies with him, but only their dirty ones.

He was gunna have to survive the rest of the trip on rationed undies.

If that meant wearing them inside out and backwards over many days, then so be it.

“Yeah, watch this, Undie Thief! The joke’s on you, man, ’cause I’m into that shit!”

The following days’ venture saw them wolf-packing away to the famous Pak Ou Caves, home to Tham Ting and Tham Phum.

A decent motorcycle ride was well worth the experience for a few reasons including the fact it’s a centuries-old, highly revered Buddhist pilgrimage site, with over 4000 miniature Buddha statues left by worshippers, including royalty.

Two men taking a selfie on a motorcycle in a street setting, with a shop in the background and a child walking nearby.
(kinda) pilgrimaging

But first they must get there.

Getting there can sometimes include stopping off for hops intake.

Hops intaking can, on occasion, be at random dusty little bar-type places that the Dunts still aren’t sure whether they’re actual bars, or if the locals just felt sorry for the visiting dehydrated giant gang members and provided them with beer out of sympathy.

Why the term ‘giants’ you may ask… well, in this particular rough as guts, desert-like place, it’s a bonus to be a midget when grabbing a beer, because there’s far less chance your head will be decapitated.

So as not to become inebriated and ultimately lose one’s head, may be why they were only served Coke instead of beer.

Decapitation isn’t the only hazard the Dunts experienced that day.

There was also wildlife, and not so wild-life.

Between random bars and animal hazards, it’s always refreshing to pull off to the side of the road and perform gang signs. You know, like dogs leaving their scent.

Three men wearing helmets making playful gestures while on motorcycles with a scenic river and mountains in the background.

With only a river between them and the Pak Ou Caves, time for a beer, a feed and then one of the Dunts’ favourite pastimes, checking out jars.

Two glass bottles containing snakes submerged in yellow liquid, displayed on a patterned fabric background.
Going off the cork, one would assume these are quality products
A glass bottle containing a mixture of preserved animals, including a snake and a scorpion, submerged in a golden liquid, placed on a patterned textile surface.
A glass bottle filled with a yellowish liquid containing dark, spiraled objects that resemble snakes or snake-like elements, alongside some wooden sticks, set on a patterned fabric background.
A variety of bottles containing different colored liquids, including several with snakes and other creatures, arranged on a patterned fabric. The display includes labels indicating the contents.
Not wanting to risk leaving faeces in their undies or vomiting on Buddhist temples, the Dunts didn’t purchase any snake venom
A scenic view of a riverbank with a small village nestled at the foot of a large, rocky mountain under a clear blue sky.
Looking back towards the ‘snake jar, beer and feed’ town

And then there was the temple.

And it’s toilet…

An old outdoor restroom building featuring three worn wooden doors, with a partially covered thatched roof and dry leaves on top.
An indoor bathroom with a dirty tiled floor, featuring a squat toilet and a water basin sitting next to a shallow pool of water.
Quite a nice toilet, actually

As their time in the undies stealing town of Luang Prabang came to an end, our three not-so-wise men had one final night to live it up.

They lived it up by having a feed and eating ice cream.

And scoring cool hand-made in front of you souvenirs.

A group of three men sitting at a wooden table under a covered structure near a lake, with mountains and greenery in the background.
Thank you, Luang Prabang, you were great… except for the undies-stealing part

With their final stop of the 2024 Da Nang Dunts tour being Vietnam, they said Laa kon to Laos and Xin chào to Hanoi.

1. The Da Nang Dunts, est. 2023

The seeds were already planted but it took a conversation in a hallway for them to sprout into fruition.

“Hey bro, me and Ivan are going to the Philippines and Vietnam, soon.”

“Oh man, that’s’ cool as. Can I come too… please?”

“Um, yeah, ok, I guess.”

“Cool, cos now there’s three people, we’re actually pretty much a gang, ya know. I’m the new dude, so I’ll be the member, cos every gang’s gotta have at least one member.  And, that’s actually gunna be my gang name too, Member. Yep, call me Member from now on bro, ok! One of you will be president and the other, sergeant at arms. Just need to come up with a cool gang name and patch. I’ll design a patch, man. It’s as good a task as any for a new member. We’ll hire scooters in Asia and cruise the streets and then we’ll pretty much be a bikie gang.”

“Yeah righto, Member.”

And with that conversation the German Nation began… Argh, bloody auto correct!

And with that conversation, the germination began. The previously mentioned seeds, of what was to become the ‘Da Nang Dunts’ took root and started to grow.  More about that down the track.

The Da Nang Dunts patch
The Da Nang Dunts patch, designed in full by Member

Three middle aged dudes, all of whom had previously worked together on Straddie. Some would argue, sometimes they even carried on like cops, whilst others may swear they’ve witnessed them share a beer or two over the years.

One was practically mental (or at least that way inclined… nah, actually, he was already full mental).

One had lost his wife a year earlier and was arguable equally as mental. He’d actually been known as The Mentalist on more than one occasion.

And the other dude was actually a really brainy sensible fella who’d lost his father a month before flying out.

What could go wrong, right? Well, at least they had a brainy dude amongst them.

It all started way back though, when, as an act of mate-ship, the mental dude offered to travel with the widowed dude, following the widowed dude becoming a widow.

If you’re confused by previous sentence, imagine how the author feels.

Anywhere in the world was open for consideration, but with the mental dude having spent a substantial amount of time in South East Asia, this was the obvious ideal destination. The mental dude is also somewhat of a war nut and any travel involving him is based around war history. Plenty of history all throughout that region, but Vietnam became the ultimate main destination. A stopover was also included in Manila, Philippines, so in essence, experiencing two countries.

Due to already gained knowledge (not wisdom, nup, definitely not wisdom) and previous experiences in the area, it really was a no brainer to name the mental dude as the President and therefore, by default the widowed dude as the Sergeant at Arms.

For clarification purposes later on, the president was also gifted another name: Thor. Without going into too many details about why, let’s just say it involved a massive hammer, of sorts.

The widowed dude inherited Sarge.

Member was only ever Member because, as per his hallway conversation, every gang’s gotta have a member… plus he chose it.

To become a member in a gang though, especially this particularly cool gang, one is not simply gifted a cool name like Member and a subsequent gang membership, by right. No way! No matter how bad one yearns for it, one must earn it, and my word, did Member earn his name or what! Just wow! That’s later though.

So, back in March 2023, one mental president known as Thor, one sarge who’s not actually a real sarge and one member called Member got on a plane and flew to Manila.

It is this part of the story where the seedlings start to really come alive. Building, strengthening, growing.

Airside = beerside, Brisbane International Airport looking fresh faced and excited

They had a really good time, didn’t get up to any mischief at all and flew home afterwards. The end.

As if you, the reader, would let the author get away with such an ending. So with that in mind…

The Manila leg turned out to be a great little stopover. The ideal intro into the ‘thug life’, that this newly formed gang of ruthless hooligans were learning to live by.

For example, to help save the environment, 7-Eleven customers in Manila are invited to bring their own shopping bag… but only on Wednesdays. One would be foolish to take their own bag, Thursdays through Tuesdays. But not the Da Nang Dunts though. Well, not the Da Nang Dunts, if they actually had their own bags, but if they did, they would’ve taken them every single day of the week. Hard core, aye.

Fighting the good fight

The Filipinos are known to be very polite, friendly people and this really did prove to be the case.

Keeping in mind that Manila is a large city though, and as with most large cities, there’s also a lot of poverty and subsequent homeless living on the streets. The warnings about pick pocketing are for good reason, including young children working the trade exceptionally well. Be wary of this, especially at night, should you ever visit.

One of Sarge’s favourite memories was a group of young street-kids playing soccer with a shoe as their ball. On a busy downtown street corner, their pure joy was beautiful to see. Anyone would’ve thought they were playing with a real ball on the hallowed turf of Goodison Park. Any readers who don’t know Goodison Park, no dramas, because the author didn’t know either. Thor does though.

A common trait in Manila is placing wet tissues over freshly opened beers
Thor loves taking his mates to Aussie pubs, probably for rego checks actually
Thor looking exceptionally worried that Member isn’t trying to kiss him too
The gang contributed substantially to the Philippines gross national income in this bar with Jager alone
One of the more upmarket meals enjoyed

Sometimes eating street food is a great experience.

Hungry work being a ruffian, so BBQ street food is crucial

Sometimes eating street food is not a great experience.

BBQ’d chicken intestines

In Manila, it is also not recommended to get a massage at the same place Member went. That is, of course, unless you’re trying to blend your back into your faded red t-shirt.

Bikie gangs always check out other dude’s bikes, especially when those bikes come with heaps of beer. Although the Da Nang Dunts were technically not yet a bikie gang, because they didn’t actually have any motorcycles, being the rebels they were, they didn’t even care.

Bikie gangs (in the making) also enjoy taking photos of uniquely cut hotel curtains too.

A material-istic piece of art

The Da Nang Dunts spent a total of three days in Manila, and they loved it. Should they ever return to the Philippines, they would however choose another destination.

Well, that’s it for now folks. Be sure to subscribe so as not to miss these scoundrels in their next stop, Vietnam.

#29 Appreciating the good shit

Have had a bit of time to think lately and yes it still hurts like a motherfuck when I do that thinking thing.

It would be easy to take the view that our life is pretty fucked right now.  I don’t think many could really argue that too much, considering.

But fuck that shit, man! 

Since we started this cunty cancer journey heaps of positives have come out of it.

Yeah, there’s plenty of negatives too; like my first wife having her guts ripped out, her beautiful thick hair thinning out and my guts doing the exact opposite, having to change to a way blander diet (ok, maybe not me and the boys so much but she has), dehydrating ourselves tear by tear by tear… I could go on but that’d be looking for the negatives.

In honour of all you Playschool loving kids out there today we aren’t looking through a square, round or even an arched window but a the thankful window. Gotta love those thankful windows, man.

Just like yesterday and every day prior so far, we didn’t wake up dead. That can have it’s own ‘yeehaa’.

I think this is our boy and not some Hindu dude in a temple

My first wife can be a raggety ol’ hag when she’s pissed off with me but she does have the most beautiful smile and already this morning she’s shared it with me heaps.  Not so much a couple days ago though ‘cos she was perfecting her annoyance skill.

We have also reconnected with heaps of people who we hadn’t seen for ages and we didn’t even have to die to do it.  Usually those ‘we should catch up more’ comments only really eventuate at funerals after some cunt died.

People have offered and provided so much to us as a family.  Some we have accepted, some we even accepted without even knowing we had done so until after the fact and some offers we haven’t taken up because seriously man, how the fuck do you respond to those ‘if you ever need anything let me know’ comments?  It’s kinda a hard one aye.  But to those people who still want to help us, just keep being good cunts.

Some pommy mates, yes even though they’re poms

This morning the ol’ girl was trying on heaps of old dresses that no longer fit because I’d turned into a fat cunt and she was building reserves for winter and neither of us were the skinny like worms people we used to be.  Who’d have thunk it, but all those years that her clothes had been stashed away in the hope that one day she might get bowel cancer and lose heaps of weight would finally pay off.

Because she now fits them, I don’t need to buy her new clothes.  It’s like going to the Op shop and picking clothes off the shelf for free that you already love because you already decided that when you bought them the first time around. Saves heaps of time and money and none of you sheilas even think about bringing up the ‘no longer in style’ argument because all styles (fuck even the 80s) come back into fashion. 

See what I mean about all these positives?

Since joining a bunch of online cancer groups we have again realised how lucky we actually are.  Cancer really is a cunt of a thing.  Hearing all these real life stories and experiences of how cancer has fucked good people over is so so so sad.  It certainly makes me very much appreciate that although my cook has stage four cancer, she ain’t half as fucked up as heaps of other people who have already lost loved ones or are way more fucked up and therefore have a cunt of a life as a result.

So here’s a big ass ‘FUCK YEAH’ for our situation being as good as it can be.

My steak, not yours Bella

Considering it’s Marjana’s good week she hasn’t really been the flashest to be honest and has felt a bit shit.  She still has that vertigo thing hanging around, doesn’t have heaps of energy and is a bit wonky on her feet.

But the All Blacks pulled off a bloody great effort against the Wallabies last Saturday and the Maroons came back and pipped those New South Wales Mexican bastards from south of the border in Origin One. 

The All Blacks (ABs) play the final Bledisloe Cup game at Suncorp tonight too.  Initially we weren’t gunna go ‘cos my first wife wasn’t up to it but she’s keen as so we’re off to watch that game with some good mates.

Just on that note, I seriously considered not going as a national service to my country because every single time I watch the ABs play at Suncorp they lose.  A few of my Aussie mates really want me to go for that reason alone.  Maybe I should get ’em to buy me tickets to all their test matches in the hope I am their nemesis 😉

But we have already won this year’s Bledisloe so I’m going anyway. The Wallabies will even be in with a chance tonight, not only because I’m going but also the fact the AB’s grabbed some Under 11s primary school kids to replace some of the senior All Blacks. It kinda evens it up so if the coaching staff are willing to take a chance, then so am I.

Things may change for us and all my posts won’t be this positive but for now, this beer followed by this Jagermeister is for appreciating the good things in life.

How ya going with ya chemo?