There's a bottle of Tequila on the kitchen counter. I don't know where it came from, or who it belongs to, but I hope to find out so that I might have a tiny taste.
Not right now, of course.
Maybe Tuesday.
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"Frankly, I was horrified by life, at what a man had to do simply in order to eat, sleep, and keep himself clothed. So I stayed in bed and drank. When you drank the world was still out there, but for the moment it didn’t have you by the throat." --Charles Bukowski
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