What's in a name?

It was the brandy sneaking around on dry streets during times of paralyzing morality they often call prohibition. It was the title of an occupation and the work shift hours for distilling an illegal brew. And what I didn't know is that 'moonshine' was also used as a term to mean “nothing”. Literally, moonshine in some context or another means a trifle nothing. Moonshiners used the term to explain away their boxes and barrels of illicit activities… “why you must be mistaken. This here is just mere moonshine.”

And so it is with my new blog. A monologue of simple nothings. An excuse I give for the ideas that brew inside this mind and spill on the trials of rigid social thought. “No no,” I say, “you must be mistaken. This here is just mere moonshine monologue.”

Enjoy.