And, It Starts…

The sweet burn of the well-distilled whiskey teased the back of his throat. It was a familiar feeling, one that gave a pleasant satisfaction, while doubling as a stab in the ribs from the dagger of nostalgia. All the close calls, the beautiful women, the lost friends and the missed opportunities; it all came flooding back to him with every sip from his glass.   That was the last sip from his fourth glass today.   No longer was he […]

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