It is midnight, and although his voice grows louder with each passing moment and each tip of the tumbler, I am still able to dismiss the counter-productive suggestions of this mirthful god of drinking.
Lists from inside a clouded mind, stories from the bottom of many a well fought bottle, more Nights in the Big City, a rampant extrovert's personal diary.
It is midnight, and although his voice grows louder with each passing moment and each tip of the tumbler, I am still able to dismiss the counter-productive suggestions of this mirthful god of drinking.
