Sunday, September 28, 2003

Ankle high boots are like training wheels for feet. I feel comfortable, without the constriction, as if I could walk off the edge of an urban curb and find my footing just fine. Where a hiking boot would be overkill. Scotch, I realized tonight, is the top of the food chain among alcoholic beverages. I think the reason I always felt healthy the winters I had a nip of scotch every night before bed is that it would destroy whatever other nasties I had among the flaura in my stomach. Even so, with a freshly plowed field in my belly, so to speak, whiskey, even one or two now, hits me hard, making it less medicine and more just Lysol, like rubbing alcohol poured down my gullet. 1:42:24 AM