Jerky Boys

The last couple of days have been those you know hot muggy summer days. You know where you can just see the haze hang around the horizon. And I don't know if it's just a trick on the eye or what but it seems like the sun gets bigger and bigger. It's kinda funny if you stare at the sun you can actually even see the haze around the sun. Days like today you just want to sit in a hammock under a big tree and drink lots of lemonade. Actually today is the perfect day for a couple of coronas. It's kinda funny what makes a day like the perfect day for a corona over a bud or rolling rock or something like that. Well if you ask me there's no day that's right for a bud. I never understood what was the thrill about buds. To me they taste really gross, like what I would imagine piss would taste like. Or maybe it's just that it's the beer that jerky boys in bars drink. You know the type the ones that just stand in the spot where they can check every woman the minute they walk in the door. And they can drink their beer without taking their eyes off the door. Somehow they can drink their beer without looking at it, and not spill any. These are the types of guys when I see them in the bar I run the other way.