Moonshine is one of those drinks that is either Kool-Aid in nature, or something that can transcend interdemensional time and space. When done well, its both. The first time I drank this wonderful poison, I was in my late teens. I remember the burn from the sips. The uncomfortable warmth that flowed down my throat,…
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Raspberries from the yard. Vodka from Five Wives.
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No rest for the weary. Even though the work obligations continue to capitalize most weekends, it doesn’t erase the honey-do’s.
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Finally done working. First beer going fast. Dropping an observation as I finished updating my EU counterparts. Europeans’ out of offices are like “I will not be working until 18 September. All emails will be automatically deleted.” Americans: “I am in the hospital. Email responses may be delayed by up to 30 mins. Sorry for…
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I cannot remember how long I have been craving this wonderful poison. Frosted Mini-Wheats used to be my breakfast go-to. Sometimes I would spoil myself with some super buttery multi-grain toast to soak up the sugar milk concoction after the fact. Its been years since I had it last. I didn’t go quit full stupid…
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