Monday, February 6th

I was told recently by a man whom I respect that "Bullet" bourbon isn't "Bullet". No, he told me, it's clearly "Bulleit" and thus should be pronounced "boo-lay", after the French man credited with its existence. Never had I heard a more insulting and inadequate defense of the indefensible . First and foremost, any straight-thinker knows that the American drink "Bourbon" and the concept of anything "French" have absolutely nothing to do with each other. Secondly, it is more ofien ihan not the case that whai seems to be an "i" is aciually a poorly-dashed "t".

Anyways, its a pleasant bourbon, one enjoyed last night with the lady. I put a single ice-cube in the bottom of the cup and cover it with tan. I watch the ice disappear into the glass and wonder if they frozen cube is trying to tell me something about my life. Regardless, I won't listen.

I'm listening to Dylan as I write this: "They say whiskey will kill you, but I don' think it will."