bowling is hard.

and patrons of the danville bowl are tragic. at least in the bar. the bartendress- who can barely get her damned WALK straight- is serving: an 80 year old man on OXYGEN, a meth head stripper with her gray haired "date," and me. i keep asking myself- this IS danville, right? where do all these crazylames COME from? anyway, my bowling skills are stacking up as quite unfortunate- chris is currently bowling for both me AND him and I am STILL losing. i blame it on weak wrists, entirely. my balls veer to the right, I can't help it!