"When I'm trying to impress Alice, for instance, I remind her that I have resolutely ignored drinking fashions for twenty-five years, steadily knocking back Scotch whiskey the entire time. They turned to wine; I drank Scotch. They smoked pot; I drank Scotch. They ordered Perrier water; I drank Scotch. They snorted cocaine while naked in a hot tub discussing real estate; I drank Scotch. I like to think that late on some Saturday nights Alice can point to me - slumped in the corner, sodden with scotch - and say, 'There sits a man of principle. Inert.'"
~ from Uncivil Liberties by Calvin Trillin
via The Atlantic
We are all Good Germans now
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I don't know about you but I thought there was a pretty good chance Trump
would detonate a nuke somewhere yesterday, and the fact that we did not get
him...
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