Alcohol

        151 is a powerful fucking thing. I say that out of no particular ego. It has been confirmed and reaffirmed to me via unsolicited interviews and tales and rumblings I've heard over the years and especially recently. I don't speak up.

           It's certainly not great for my voice. Over the last year, my voice has gotten increasingly grumbly-er and rough. I attribute this to a drunken night where another and I had a screaming contest to music driving home. Ever since my voice has been a little worn. Straight notes are a little raspy. It's ripped. Not in the good way.

          But in addition I attribute high-proof alcohol to this. Nearly 2 years now. Getting drunk at nights with heavy mixes and concoctions. As I am now. In a work freebee thermos. Cranberry and 151. Cruzan as it has to be now. Bacardi no longer makes 151. BUT after the first few months of this deficit, I found some, and drank it in a motel room in Providence. Lovely. Still have the empty bottle because I found it at a time it was technically out of stock.

           viva la life I suppose.     

Here's to the night.