I. Simply. Hate. Having. To. Be. Such. A. Dick. To. Good. People. But no one listens if you’re all smiley-faced in this business. Believe me.
And so, just now I want to lay down the cudgels and indulge myself. Many of you who’ve known me for very long will know that I’m no stranger to booze. Thanks to a lifetime of experiences most people would kill for [in a suicidal sense, I mean], I’ve always felt that a drink was like a hug. In fact, I’ve applied for a trademark on the phrase, ‘A Drink is Like a Hug.’ I think it’s apt [unless you’re someone who can’t do without it, or someone who’s suffered because of it–I happen to think it’s the right medicine for me, as does, oddly enough, my analyst]. Tonight, against habit, I’m turning to an apple brew. One of the best bottled ciders you’ll get anywhere outside of British Columbia, Magners Original Irish Cider.
Chimo!