In the next photo, you can see I have opened one of the cans and poured it into a glass. Notice how it has the same color as normal beer. I have no idea was the alcohol content, if any, of this pinneapple beer is. But I like drinking a cold pineapple beer when I come home from a hard day of talking my head off. This beer doesn't taste as sweet as juice but is not as bitter as normal beer. I have grown to like it.
Tony was a good boy today. At least, that is what Jenny told me. He behaved well and ate lots of fruit, she said.
I lay with Tony tonight as he went to sleep. It was a nice moment for me to see the little guy sit still and stare off into space. I asked him what he was thinking, knowing darn well that he couldn't answer, but hopefully I asked him in a tone that suggested sympathy.
A student told me that reading the news, the media here provides him with, requires deciphering. He told me a conclusion about a recent event that he had deciphered. I told him his conclusion was readily reported in the Western media.
What is madness? Am I mad? I am afraid not. Try as I might, I just can't pull it off. I don't believe in anything I do. To be mad, one has to possess absolute certainty.