Beer/Cigar Reviews – Rogue Fresh Roast Ale & Bold by Nish Patel

Welcome to another installment of my beer and cigar reviews where we take a look at some notable (& some not so notable) beers and cigars. Let’s just get right down to it shall we?

Rogue Fresh Roast Ale

From Rogue Brewing Company in Newport, Oregon comes “fresh roast ale,” an American Brown Ale that the company says uses “fresh roasted” malt, roasted in house. Consistent with the style, it weighs in at 5.7% ABV, 37 IBU and Rogue is kind enough to give the specific gravity of 15 degrees Plato (1.061 SG).

Pours a chestnut brown color with streaks of red. Frothy tan head that recedes fairly quickly. The nose is greeted with a balanced aroma of caramel and dark fruit with just a hint of roasted malt. The roasted malt is more prominent on the palate being supported by a backbone of caramel and toffee notes. The finish enters a nice balanced coffee with some sharp pine hop bite. Medium body and carbonation. Smooth, easily drinkable and sessionable.

Though not the wild beers we’ve come to expect from Rogue, this one was pleasing enough. Just wish it had a more prominent roasted note to match its name, but still good and very sessionable. Rating: 3.5/5.

Bold by Nish Patel

Nish Patel is the younger brother of the more well-known Rocky Patel but he seems to have learned from the best. Bold is a blend created by Nish and it features Nicaraguan long filler, dual binders consisting of Mexican San Andreas and Connecticut broad leaf under a Connecticut broadleaf Maduro wrapper. This is the Toro vitola measuring in at 6.5″ x 52RG. Let’s just say it did not disappoint.

The first light revealed a slightly loose draw putting off lots of thick, hearty smoke. Medium/full body flavors consisting of earthy tones and big pepper/spice blast. A little bit of leather comes through on the retrohale and a subtle note of cocoa joins the draw after the first few puffs. Getting into the first third the pepper/spice dials back a bit and the cocoa becomes more prominent and a touch sweeter/creamier. Getting into the 2nd third the earthiness and leather taper off and a bit of an umami enters into the finish and retrohale. The final third shifts completely to a heavy earth and dark roast coffee, dropping the pepper and cocoa notes completely. The smoke got hot and acrid at 1 hour and 35 minutes for a fantastic burn time. Medium nicotine strength.

Construction was excellent throughout. The burn wasn’t completely straight but only required one small correction at about the 2/3 mark. This is to be expected out of a Maduro cigar and totally expected with the double binder.

An excellent cigar in which Nish proves he can blend too. Rich but silky smooth flavors, thick smoke, complex and transitional without too much nicotine. A very well-balanced cigar that would go well with a number of drink pairings (and paired beautifully with the aforementioned beer). Bold is definitely a home run. Rating: 4.5/5.

Tattoo Topic Tuesday – Touch-Ups

For this Tuesday’s tattoo topic I’m going to briefly discuss the concept of touch-ups, what they are, what they aren’t, why they are sometimes needed (and how to minimize the need for them!) and some etiquette surrounding the topic.

So first off, what exactly is a touch-up? Put simply, a touch-up is just that – it’s like putting touch-up paint on your car when you get a scratch or chip in the paint job. The artist is going back and filling in, darkening, whatever spots that might not have retained the ink well or have deteriorated overtime.

In a perfect world, a tattoo would be 100% perfect the first time around and you’d be good for life but we don’t live in a perfect world. Our bodies naturally try to reject the ink as it is a foreign substance and because it can’t it instead dispatches our immune defenses to try to carry it away. Since the ink particles are so large our white blood cells and antibodies can’t engulf them very easily to carry them away so the ink remains. However, over time those ink particles do break down to the point they are able to be carried away. This is why old tattoos appear faded and “weathered,” though if they have been well cared for they should still have definition.

Of course, there are ways to slow the weathering process down, most notably religious use of sunscreen as UV rays break down the ink particles thus accelerating fading and weathering. Also, occasional use of a daily moisturizing lotion will keep your tattoos looking fresher longer as dry skin will also contribute to fading and weathering (and this is yet another reason to drink plenty of water!!!). Also, with the advancements in tattoo inks themselves they are higher quality now and don’t break down as fast. Nonetheless, you can’t completely stop the process.

So this is one reason why you might need or want a touch-up. If your tattoo has faded to the point of losing definition and saturation and you want to bring it back to life, a touch-up is in order. The only way to bring it back to its former glory is to add more pigment. Depending on how faded or weathered the tattoo is this could be just refreshing it in some spots or it could mean a complete re-do of the tattoo as thought it were a brand new tattoo. Just keep in mind though that a tattoo is, in essence, a colored scar and the 2nd time around as you are tattooing over what is essentially scar tissue it will be somewhat more painful than the original application. Also, depending on how extensive the touch-up or re-do is, it could be just as expensive, if not more so than the original. Just another thing to keep in mind. As with the original tattoo, you should not haggle on price (it’s insulting and rude) and don’t go cheap. If at all possible you should go to the original artist.

So that’s a long-term reason a touch-up would be required. There are also some very short-term reasons. Due to the nature of human skin, there is no such thing as a perfect tattoo. The canvas is not flat, there are imperfections in skin and tattooing is a very messy process. Sometimes it can be hard to see at the outset if a certain area has taken the ink (especially true of light graywashes and white ink where blood, plasma and the abrasions can obscure ink). It can also be hard to see if the artist has completely covered an area and if some areas might have actually lost a little bit during the healing process. These are all factors that could contribute to needing a touch-up in the short-term. Case in point, some spots on my wave required some touching up to refine.

Now, just as there are ways to minimize the need for long-term touch-ups, there are ways to minimize or eliminate the need for short-term touch-ups as well. I know I’ve raved about this particular product so many times on here, but it’s worth reiterating: Saniderm preserves the tattoo during the healing process and your tattoo will heal with darker blacks and more vivid colors than the antiquated healing methods (the stuff really is magic, I’m telling you). Beyond that, of course don’t scratch an itching tattoo or pick away at any scabs that might form. These could all pull out ink. Another note is to not take too hot of a shower or bath as that will cause your pores to open and could possibly cause a tiny bit of fresh ink to seep out.

Any artist worth his or her salt will do a short-term touch-up at no charge, but it is my view that you should still tip the artist for his/her time. However, you should wait until the tattoo is completely healed before assessing the need for a touch-up. If in doubt, consult with the artist. You might be happy with the tattoo but the artist might see something he/she wants to add some definition to or embolden (and if they do don’t question – I was happy with the wave as it was but after Jada went back and touched it up it does look even better). I of course want to be happy with my tattoos but I also want the artists behind them to be happy with them. We are walking billboards for their work after all and I want to wear and display artwork that they are proud of as well.

So that’s a brief discussion of touch-ups. By all means, I welcome discussion in the comments section. If you’ve had touch-ups or re-works of your tattoos please share your experiences.

Hurricane Harvey – A Reposted Facebook Rant

Before we get into my reposted rant, let me express my sincerest condolences to those affected by Hurricane Harvey. Abilene and Dallas/Ft. Worth are both far enough inland that I was not adversely impacted by the storm but my company has several branches in coastal cities that were and I have several bell ringing friends in Houston who were also devastated so I’m feeling the impact in my heart nonetheless.

That said, I’m going to repost a brief political rant over the storm here, not because I necessarily like to post those here but because this needs to be said. I do try to remain as politically neutral on my blog as possible, though sometimes it’s impossible. There are some takeaways from Harvey that everyone needs to wake up to. Hopefully after a major disaster like this maybe some people will wake up and smell the coffee.

Rant below:


The thing about science is that it is true and it doesn’t give a fuck about your worthless, uneducated opinion. Climate change is very real. Hurricane Harvey is living proof. Pretty much every other hurricane would have dissipated by now. Harvey is still a tropical storm and one not too far below a category 1 hurricane. 

I say this as a slightly right of center libertarian. I ain’t no bleeding heart, liberal tree hugging hippie snowflake. I just acknowledge science. The movie The Day After Tomorrow is coming true right before our eyes and the scientifically illiterate Bible thumpers in this country can’t see it. In their delusional state of confirmation bias they see it as the “end times” and nothing else. 

Even despite my antinatalist beliefs and believing that existence is inherently harmful, the reality is life will continue to exist on this planet for billions more years. We need to take care of our planet so those life forms after us can have the least bad existences possible. 

Put your Bibles down and learn some science. That’s all there is to say here. 


This rant can also be read on my Facebook page (link in the “contact me” section of this blog) and by all means comment both here and there. The bottom line is we cannot continue ignoring this problem and we need to address it head on. Go paperless, trade in those gas guzzlers, switch to LED light bulbs, do whatever you feasibly can. Every little bit helps.

We need to be better stewards of our planet than we are now. That’s all there is to say. If the destruction of Hurricane Harvey doesn’t wake you up to that, well, you’re pretty much hopeless.

You can read more at this link: https://www.nytimes.com/2017/08/28/climate/how-hurricane-harvey-became-so-destructive.html.

Song Lyric Sunday 8/27/17 – The Swimming Song

Our topic for Song Lyric Sunday this week is heat. Well, what better way to beat the heat than taking a dip? Even though I haven’t done so in years myself mainly due to body image issues (reference previous post) it’s still refreshing to do.

So here’s a song about cooling off with a refreshing dip. Written and performed by Loudon Wainwright III, this is a fun little ditty and one of my favorites to play at open mic nights and such.

Here then is “The Swimming Song.”

This summer I went swimming
This summer I might have drowned
But I held my breath and I kicked my feet
And I moved my arms around
Moved my arms around

This summer I swam in the ocean
And I swam in a swimming pool
Salt my wounds, chlorine my eyes
I’m a self-destructive fool
I’m a self-destructive fool

This summer I did the backstroke
And you know that that’s not all
I did the breaststroke and the butterfly
And the old Australian crawl
The old Australian crawl

This summer I swam in a public place
And a reservoir to boot
At the latter I was informal
At the former I wore my suit
I wore my swimming suit, yeah

This summer I did swan dives
And jackknives for you all
And once when you weren’t looking
I did a cannonball
Did a cannonball

This summer I went swimming
This summer I might have drowned
But I held my breath and I kicked my feet
And I moved my arms around
Moved my arms around
Source: https://genius.com/Loudon-wainwright-iii-swimming-song-lyrics

Hope you enjoyed. It’s such a fun, light hearted song.

Becoming Comfortable in My Own Skin

Yes – even we guys suffer body image issues.

When I was a teenager I was bordering on morbidly obese. I didn’t eat terribly (though probably not the best) but I had a bunch of antidepressants and antipsychotics shoved down my throat due to what my parents and school counselors/faculty perceived as depressive and antisocial behavior (when it turns out I was high functioning autistic – my parents refused to accept it until the new counselor we got later in my public school career talked some sense into them) and they made me balloon in weight. That combined with hormonal teenager skin (a problem I still struggle with somewhat to this day) and I had serious body image issues all through school.

In undergrad I started losing the weight as I gradually came off of the medicines that didn’t really have much effect and I didn’t really apparently need anyway. As I came off and I started a diet and exercise routine I managed to lose a bit but I was still what would be considered overweight.

Then I went to grad school where I lost an appetite altogether from stress and I lost a shit ton of weight – at this point I was down to 160 pounds (I stand 5’11” by the way and am fairly big boned) – and everyone thought I looked absolutely sickly at that weight but I was actually content with my appearance at that point. I thought I looked good. I guess I wasn’t going to be satisfied with anything but pencil thin after having been chunky since about age 12. In a way I took on a warped sense of reality.

After my last relationship came to an end I turned to excessive emotional eating and alcohol intake and I gained about 40 pounds and was absolutely disgusted with myself even though everyone swore I didn’t look bad. I hated how I looked in the mirror even though I looked what a lot of people would consider normal but I still obsessed over it. I was overweight by the BMI (even as inaccurate as it is in my typical autistic self I took it as literal gospel truth) so I just had to lose the weight. I was unsuccessful in doing so and actually as I took on the stress of a new job (read: even more stress eating and even more alcohol consumption) I packed on some more weight.

Last year at my physical I weighed in at 220-ish pounds and was absolutely devastated. I decided I would drop some weight starting beginning of 2017 and I did just that. I spent the first half of this year dropping some excess weight and finally come June I decided I was good.

Truth be told I don’t even know what I weight right now and I’ve learned not to care. I’ve also accepted that I’ll never be a skinny mini again. I’m naturally big boned so being a skinny mini isn’t for me. I’ll also never be buff – I don’t have the genetics and no matter how much iron I pump I’ll never have a bodybuilder look. My arms are a constant source of self-conscience because they are relatively thin, however now that I have tattoos I want to be able to display those. Maybe come this time next year I’ll have the confidence to dawn a sleeveless shirt and show my artwork – it needs to be displayed after all.

I know, I know – I’m odd. I wear short shorts but not sleeveless shirts? Yeah well, my legs have always been my best physical feature I thought.

In some ways embracing tattoos and piercings has helped my body image also – it’s given me a stronger sense of self-ownership and bodily autonomy. I’m sure I’m not the only one who has had that experience.

I took this mirror selfie about a week ago in full hippie garb to show a friend and I’m like “hey, I actually look good.” It’s been forever since I’ve felt that way.

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It’s been a long road but it’s good to finally be at a point of self acceptance. I live a healthier lifestyle now (reasonable limits on food and alcohol consumption as well as maintaining exercise as time allows) so maintaining it shouldn’t be an issue. For reference, the shirt is a normal size large and the “Davy” Dukes (since I’m a guy I use “Davy” instead of “Daisy”) are a size 34. It’s been A LONG time since I’ve fit into a 34 and, although not pencil thin, I think is a good size for me.

As far as my next goals: get up the confidence to go sleeveless or even shirtless (definitely this too when I start getting my torso and sides tattooed) and swim in a speedo. Hey, why not, right? If others hate it, well, that’s their problem not mine, right? I’m finally in a state of body positivity and I’m not going to let someone else take that away from me.

Reunited

After a long 8 days of separation, I was reunited with my Ford Fiesta at around 7:30 this morning. It’s good as new.

Once again, hat’s off to Progressive for their amazing customer service. Going through their Concierge Service Center made everything as quick and painless as possible. They kept me mobile, kept me updated and got it fixed fast (with the assistance of an in-network body shop that is).

Now if I could ever find the responsible party that would be the icing on the cake but I don’t look for that to happen. It’s too difficult to prove without surveillance footage. Oh well. At least I was only out a $250 uninsured motorist deductible.

Scotch Review: Glengoyne Cask Strength

I love beer and drink more than my fair share but Scotch is my first love. Perhaps it’s by baptism into pipe band culture or perhaps it’s the little bit of Scottish blood that runs in these veins (I am a Blair after all; adopted mind you ;-)) and let’s face it; nothing goes better with a cigar than a good single-malt Scotch. Of course, as with everything food and drink wise, I like bold flavors so naturally I prefer cask strength Scotches (i.e. Scotch straight from cask to bottle without the addition of distilled water to bring it down to a specified proof/ABV).

This particular batch came out to 58.8% ABV (note cask strength Scotches vary a lot) so it has the pedigree of a good cask but does it have the flavor?

The appearance is a beautiful dark copper color. The nose is greeted with a wonderful bouquet of butterscotch, banana, vanilla and a hint of floral esters. As is to be expected, a fair bit of astringency as well. The initial flavor is a smooth medium bodied caramel and banana with a touch of brown sugar. This gives way into a full bodied finish of a balanced peppery and smoky note (but not like peat – just general smokiness) while the butterscotch and vanilla enter back into the mix. The finish is long and warm, lasting well until the next sip.

Honestly, I didn’t know what to expect for the price point (I paid $75 from a place called Spec’s here in Dallas). I’m honestly quite impressed. It’s a unique Scotch for sure; never experienced this flavor combination but I dig it. I’d describe it as dessert-like for sure – definitely something to have after dinner. For suggested cigar pairings, go for something smooth and rich like a Rocky Patel Royale, Padron 1964 Natural, CO Final Third or an All Out Kings.

This is definitely one I’ll be keeping in my liquor cabinet. Rating: 4.5/5.

Beer/Cigar Reviews: Founders KBS and Padron 4000 Maduro

It’s been awhile since I’ve done a beer and cigar review so I figured it was time. Due to my recent absence from blogging it’s been difficult to be able to do these types of posts so here we go now. We’ll start with our featured beer as always and then take a look at this week’s featured cigar.

Founders KBS

KBS is an Imperial Stout brewed by Founders Brewing Company in Grand Rapids, Michigan. It weighs in at a potent 11.8% ABV with an unspecified IBU rating or gravity and one 12 ounce serving has rib-sticking 336 calories. The description on the site says this beer is brewed over cocoa and coffee beans and aged in oak bourbon barrels. With a 100 rating on both RateBeer and BeerAdvocate I went into it with super high expectations and it delivered.

Draft pour at Flying Saucer in Garland; pour is jet black in color with a frothy tan head that retains and laces the glass like crazy. Aromas of coffee, chocolate, vanilla and alcohol with a touch of the bourbon. The oakiness and bourbon notes take a front-seat on the palate supported by a complex backbone of flavors consisting of vanilla, chocolate, caramel and roasted malt as well as a hint of raisin. Finish consists of a smooth coffee and delicate hop bitterness but with a huge alcohol burn down the throat. Very thick, syrupy mouthfeel with moderate carbonation – this one is definitely a slow sipper. It took me almost 45 minutes to finish the 12 ounce draft pour.

I don’t think anything more needs to be said about this. Another incredible brew from Founders (already a favorite brewery of mine) and a must-try for all beer lovers. Rating: 5/5.

Padron 4000 Maduro

Though not the high-end anniversary lines Padron is so well-known for, the regular Padron x000 series bring the aged Nicaraguan Puro long-filler experience to a lower price point for the working man. The 4000 is a 6.5″ x 54RG Toro-plus sized soft box pressed stick featuring all Nicaraguan binder/filler over a sun-grown Nicaraguan Maduro wrapper.

First light reveals the signature loose (but not uncontrollably lose) Padron draw producing copious mouthfuls of creamy textured smoke. Medium/full bodied flavors consisting of an earthy dark chocolate core and a substantial pepper/spice on the finish and retrohale. Getting into the first third the initial big pepper blast dies off somewhat and the earthiness and chocolate take on a slightly sweeter, creamier tone. Getting into the 2nd third the pepper subsides further allowing a nice dark roast coffee to join the mix. This remained consistent until the final about 15 minutes or so which went very earthy and nutty. Ending at 1 hour 15 minutes just above the band there were no further changes. Medium nicotine strength.

Construction was excellent featuring a razor-sharp burn throughout that did not require touchups and held an ash for about 1/3 of the cigar at a time. As with all parejo-shaped Padrons, however, I will ding it on construction due to those silly single caps they insist on using. You’d think they’d have toredors capable of rolling a double or triple cap (in fact I know they do – the incredibly overpriced, mild, Connecticut-wrapped Damaso line features triple caps) so why they don’t use them I don’t know.

Overall, a solid cigar. Though not as many big transitions as the higher-end lines, the x000 series still delivers the great Padron package but at a much reduced cost. This 4000 Maduro is definitely a winner in my book. Rating: 4.25/5.

Mental Health Monday – The “Bohemian Personality Spectrum???”

So my first (but probably not last – I will write as topics come to mind) contribution to “Mental Health Monday” was inspired by conversation with my dad over beers and cigars a few weeks ago. We were talking at the time about my potential (which has come to be a reality) move to Dallas for a bigger, better job opportunity and how I needed to also consider the benefits for me from a perspective on my personal life. There’s so much more of what I like to do here – active ringing, probably a swing/Lindy Hop society around, a lot more of the artistic and musical side of things (might start playing the occasional open mic again if I can get up the nerve to) among other benefits the big city offers for people who just have to be entertained (even if I do fly solo in most of my ventures).

So as we were talking my dad said back in his day I’d have been described as “Bohemian.” Of course, being a child of the ’90s (born in ’87) I had never heard the term used outside of Queen’s “Bohemian Rhapsody” which apparently has very little to do with the actual definition of the word. When he first said it I was taken aback as though maybe it was meant as an insult. So I looked up the word and definition 2 (of either the noun or adjective version of the word) I would say definitely is me:

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Yeah, that definitely is me. Hey, maybe dear old dad does know a thing or two. It’s definitely not a bad thing to be Bohemian; if anything perhaps we Bohemians are much more interesting people. I can’t help but wonder how many artistic, musical, literary, etc. legends would have fit that descriptor if it had been around in their day. We all have to be a little “off” I guess to embrace those things.

So, let’s tie this into Mental Health Monday. It seems most of us on the Autism spectrum would no doubt be described as Bohemian (or, at the very least, every one I have personally interacted with or met would no doubt meet that descriptor). As I’ve gradually started warming up to the Neurodiversity way of thinking (without completely embracing it yet – disclaimer to follow in a few words) perhaps the Autism spectrum should be renamed the “Bohemian personality spectrum” (note the word “disorder” is not present in the descriptor – that is totally on purpose). Many of us are unconventional, have an artistic side and take interest in things most don’t. However, is any of that a bad thing? Does that in and of itself qualify as a disorder? The answer is, hands down and unequivocally NO.

So now that we’ve established that as being absolutely not a bad thing, why are we considered disordered again? Why are we considered broken? Why was I, despite my ability to live independently, function normally, hold down a job, etc. formerly disqualified from flying**? Why do so few employers want to employ us? I don’t get it. If anything we might be able to find a faster and more efficient way of doing things and have a knowledge far beyond what people who are considered “normal” have.

Now, I should say I do have an exception to the above. Those with classic autism who have very low level of function (non-verbal, depend on assisted living, etc.) might still benefit from some medical intervention to help them be able to come up to a level of being able to function independently. Of course, we do not have such medical intervention yet but maybe in the future we will. I wouldn’t want to completely take away the whole thing; just basically let them be themselves while being able to live a better life. I can’t imagine how miserable it must be to have to be in an institution all of one’s life. I wouldn’t want to live that way and I don’t know anyone who would.

Anyway, I digress. Just some food for thought here. If you disagree with me, that’s fine to. Who knows? Maybe I am way off my rocker with this one. It was just a thought that came to me the other day. By all means let me know what you think.

**Note: Newer, more updated FAA guidelines apparently DO allow people with high-functioning autism to fly if they can demonstrate ability to function mostly normally – it’s too late for me but maybe those behind me won’t be given the same cold shoulder I was; I hope things are in fact changing for the better.**

Song Lyric Sunday 8/20/17 – Take a Chance on Me

OK OK OK, this is a total copout for Song Lyric Sunday this week. I know it is, but I’ve had a hell of a weekend getting an internet connection up and running at my apartment in Dallas (I’ve just been going home to my parents’ place on weekends lately) and just now have one so I’m way tardy with this post (8:00 PM CDT Sunday evening instead of my usual pre-written to go live 12:01 CDT post) so I’m going cheap just so I can get a post in.

Taking a chance and/or gambling – this week’s prompt. That of course can mean a lot of things. I’m not a gambler so maybe taking a chance is on a long-time friend you’ve been crushing on even though you might be in a relationship (and it being on the ropes) and maybe want to “take a chance.”

So here then is “Take a Chance on Me” by ABBA (written by Benny Andersson and Bjorn Ulvaeus):

If you change your mind (take a chance, take a chance, take a, take a chan-chance…)
I’m the first in line
Honey I’m still free
Take a chance on me
If you need me, let me know, gonna be around
If you’ve got no place to go, if you’re feeling down
If you’re all alone when the pretty birds have flown
Honey I’m still free
Take a chance on me
Gonna do my very best and it ain’t no lie
If you put me to the test, if you let me try

Take a chance on me
(That’s all I ask of you honey)
Take a chance on me

We can go dancing, we can go walking, as long as we’re together
Listen to some music, maybe just talking, get to know you better
‘Cos you know I’ve got
So much that I wanna do, when I dream I’m alone with you
It’s magic
You want me to leave it there, afraid of a love affair
But I think you know
That I can’t let go

If you change your mind (take a chance, take a chance, take a, take a chan-chance…)
I’m the first in line
Honey I’m still free
Take a chance on me
If you need me, let me know, gonna be around
If you’ve got no place to go, if you’re feeling down
If you’re all alone when the pretty birds have flown
Honey I’m still free
Take a chance on me
Gonna do my very best and it ain’t no lie
If you put me to the test, if you let me try

Take a chance on me
(Come on, give me a break will you?)
Take a chance on me

Oh you can take your time baby, I’m in no hurry, know I’m gonna get you
You don’t wanna hurt me, baby don’t worry, I ain’t gonna let you
Let me tell you now
My love is strong enough to last when things are rough
It’s magic
You say that I waste my time but I can’t get you off my mind
No I can’t let go
‘Cause I love you so

If you change your mind (take a chance, take a chance, take a, take a chan-chance…)
I’m the first in line
Honey I’m still free
Take a chance on me
If you need me, let me know, gonna be around
If you’ve got no place to go, if you’re feeling down
If you’re all alone when the pretty birds have flown
Honey I’m still free
Take a chance on me
Gonna do my very best, baby can’t you see
Gotta put me to the test, take a chance on me
(Take a chance, take a chance, take a chance on me)

Ba ba ba ba baa, ba ba ba ba baa
Honey I’m still free
Take a chance on me
Gonna do my very best, baby can’t you see
Gotta put me to the test, take a chance on me
(Take a chance, take a chance, take a chance on me)
Source: https://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/abba/takeachanceonme.html (with some small additions by me)

OK, I promise next week’s post will be better. I’m just beat. I’ve had a hell of a week and a weekend (for the major-league bullshit that happened to me this week, feel free to check out the previous post. I really do apologize for the sparse posts as of late; hope to get back to regular posts soon.)