The GNARSHIRE

Where can I even begin talking about summer? Summer is one of those majestic times in the life of every man, woman, and child. For some, it is a time to forget about responsibility, and embrace the inner-ape. For others, it is a right of passage. It's that first kiss. It's that first time waking up in a jail cell after a good night out with the boys. It's that fast summer-lovin'. The only thing I love more than summer is the NRA, red meat, and 'Merica, which coincidentally go hand in hand.

This is what summer means to me: