Sorry for the lack of blogging lately; I’ve been in a bit of a rut the past few days, second-guessing (more like n-th guessing) myself about going back to school. I’m heading out right now to spend some time at the range and hopefully clear my head a bit.

In the meantime, go check out this brilliant take on Peanuts as Charles Bukowski would’ve written it.

“You’re a piece of work, Charlie Branaski,” Schroeder said.

“How do you mean?”

“Well, it’s always the same with you.  You try to fly your kite, you play baseball, you drink all night and you’re lousy at all of it.”