You will find the Trash as disorienting as you did trail, but it’s not my fault!

How’s that for an opening disclaimer? As is my charge, I must accurately and truthfully recount trail as laid by the hare. This week, sadly, there was no semblance of order to trail. Instead of the Mad Hatter, this week we had a Mad Harrier. I will, however, endeavor to recapture the mystery, if not the frustration, that comprised Trail 594. Fill your glass, here we go.

As is standard fare for a TIMMY trail, the merry members of this madness convened at Santa Cruz Mountain Brewery on Ingalls Street. This has always been a pleasant beginning to a hash; the beer is good and the room is comfortable. I must admit some slight trepidation when TIMMY is our hare but ignorance is bliss so I tend to ignore this fact as long as possible. Assisting me in this endeavor is a substantial increase in alcoholic intake. Continue reading Hash 594:Traipsing through terror with TIMMY the Terrible →