So, i know i have this bottle of tonic somewhere.
because when i'm sober, i pull on it.
what can i say, i love the quinine.
anyway, i'm mixin a real G&T. and, god forbid, i have some lime. I need some tonic. And i just went out and bought enough to keep a regiment from acquiring whatever malady one acquires from not having quinine.
but i want to use up the old stuff.
what with knowing the job's going to end, the old proverb use every part of the buffalo, takes on new urgency.
anyway, the stuff was invisible to me for a good five minutes. but i found it.
ah, ben franklin was right, even in matters of getting messed up. patience. what cannot it do, aside from keeping your job (sorry, it's just something alcohol has killed the pain of, but is still on my mind. Amazing how alcohol can do that for us. perhaps that's why it's still legal).
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