Gin and Tonic
At some point in my life, I realized that all alcohols have an affinity for me. That may not be quite telling enough, and forgive me if this offends you romantics out there, but there isn’t an alcohol in existence that doesn’t absolutely love me. Now, immediately, we are all thinking about the communicable disorders between hundreds of thousands of cans, bottles, glasses, cups, hoses, funnels, IV’s, dermal absorption (yes, soak your nut sack in it if you like), ice tunnels, etc. Ethyl alcohol’s evils spread across all means and methods directly to our brains and organs and can give us whatever it has. This is somebody else’s problem. I’m like the man on the 12 step stair that wasn’t there, even again today and that is irresistible to alcohol. Its not that I haven’t been abused by it here or there, waking up, wishing and learning a bit of what I know.
The taste is all that matters
To taste and be tasted in the highest of spirits
A Bombay Sapphire and tonic please
Yes, I’ll have her.