I sit with Ryan after work and talk about our Lord. Strange world, this one. Yet we have no bourbon together. Later, at home, Matt (among the best men whom I've had the pleasure of being acquainted with) lies on my couch. Here, here is a chance for bourbon. A small pour of E. Williams taken neat. It is late and I'm exhausted.
Matt tells me how he's taken to drinking a gallon of milk a day.
Today we said goodbye to meat. Next week, dairy and then - I tremble to say it - bourbon Well, not entirely, but very much almost. It's more than just kicking a man when he's down. More on this later.
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