A healthy pour of Turkey after work. I sit among strangers and ask leading questions. I've just got done assisting several couples in their mid fifties with their romance. Help me, Holy Martyr Valentinus.I introduced a gentleman to Bookers tonight. He professed a love for scotch but a willingness to shop around. The terms (joyful terms, mind you) with which he described what Bookers was doing to him were filthily put, and thus will not here be repeated.
It feels good to sell expensive bourbon. I hear sounds of cash machines and crisp bills and change jingling in my pocket. The old idols are whispering sweet things to me. It's astounding to me -and here I do not jest- how much the acquisition of money has become the main narrative of my life. The holy man once said: "Acquire the Holy Spirit and thousands around you will be saved." I do not believe he said anything similar about the acquisition of rectangular pictures of Andrew Jackson. I would imagine "Collect these zealously and all will be lost," would have been appropriate.
Yes, but! Isn't this my entire religious constitution now days: Yes, but! ?
I take another small pull and let the vanilla and heat bring a cessation to these controversies. I'll work on these problems tomorrow.
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