  By far the most notable of beginnings and endings have been what I like to refer to as the DAZE. Mornings/Beginnings (distinguished by the buzzing of the alarm clock) The nite as slumber ends... and the time i fall asleep... the ending of the day but the beginning of slumber Usually in the recliner with a 40 ounce of Private Stock between my legs, and a steady river of saliva trailing down my chin and forming a reservoir on my Cool Aid stained undershirts...
In fact i have them hung in my closet according to what flavored stains are most predominant... color coding if you will Some of the shirts are down right art... (those have their own storage area) i like to keep them balled up along the wall under the bed so the cat hair doesn't ruin them because they are my favorites... i'm gonna sell them and retire one of these days...
Lately I have been just taking notes of who is and isnt a good friend so when I do decide to sell them, and get really rich, I will know who is and who isnt my friend (Is that is kinda like a beginning of the rest of my life or something like that?
) This is some damn good herbage Wait what the hell is this about again? OH YEAH this is about my art shirts what i consider to be my greatest t-shirt stain masterpiece in the alcohol haze the nite before, may just look like a dirty undershirt the next morning... but again, it will look really good the following nite as i pull the lever by my right hand back and prop my dirty "once white" socked feet up to enjoy another evening of whacking it to Meredith Baxter Bernie movies on the Lifetime network...
Wait this wasnt about my art shirts its about beginnings and endings a forty ounce begins and ends... a pack of smokes... a hour movie on lifetime... my sleep... orgasm well hell I guess even this letter must en 
