cogito ergo glug

Focusing is an awful feat when one bloodshot eye is all that stands between my face and a street full of asphalt.

When the luster of ludicrous and ridiculous recreation gives way to a new way of thinking, new way of drinking, the dots connect again, easy like leaves falling or dawn breaking.

Wine’s my new friend, its histamines can take a hike though they pack my sinuses like mud as I fitfully sleep through the roaring night.

I miss Oregon Pinot tickling my lips and spine like a soft little animal nuzzling for attention, it’s time to revisit the sweet study and stuff of wine.

Winter’s in the wings and the time for cuddling is in. Gimmie a jeroboam and we’ll have a ball in the bottle while it all rolls off our skin.

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