Can’t you take the anxiety away
And leave me feeling serene
Looking at the bottle of bourbon, waiting for its response
Meanwhile, since it didn’t answer, I decide to go double or nothing.
Kevin stared at the ice cubes at the bottom of his bourbon glass trying to ascertain what they told about his future. He thought he could hear them predict he would be in a world of hurt in the morning. He decided they were truly psychic and poured himself another.
Basking in the afterglow of the alcohol’s afterglow
Observing how the light plays among the amber waves
Understanding the time and craftsmanship put in the bottle
Relishing in the transformation of those simple ingredients
But I digress, what did you want to drink tonight?
Only a light beer?
Now you must leave you heathen!