Drove down to the farm tonight in southeast Missouri, started out with the left over four roses single barrel from my golf bag, but drained that and then stopped halfway down 55 to pick up some more “cold medicine” and fuck me, the only pints they had at the quickie mart were Kentucky Tavern.
So drinking that mixed with an off brand watermelon slushee.
Normally I feel like a high functioning alcoholic. Tonight I feel like mike leach after he’s done sniffing his nightly 50 bicycle seats. Sad, slightly aroused and terribly alone.