I Will Not Tell You How Many Times I’ve Watched This

The Butcher

The Butcher and I went to Two Boots Pizza for lunch. It’s not set up for how Nashville eats lunch, but if you want someplace where you can eat by yourself, this is the place for you.

We were just shooting the shit, which was nice, and I realized that one of the things I most missed while he was gone was feeling like I had someone who was right there, on my side, in any fight.

Not that I have many fights.

But both my brothers, in their own ways, have my back.

I’m lucky about that.

Butt Control

In case you’re looking for something that will teach you about the long history of twerking and exposes the weaknesses in Miley’s technique as well as getting at what it’s like to watch someone run off with your art, here you go.