My life is ruined

[auld argonian]

Once, on a slow afternoon, I was sitting in a bar on Lincoln Avenue in Chicago and the owner, in a burst of generosity, ordered the barkeep to pour everyone a shot of his (the owner's) favorite: Anniversario Rum.

So the lot of us...probably four guys at the bar, the bartender and the owner (who said that he was diabetic and probably shouldn't be doing this...but...) threw those shots down and toasted to the health of the bar owner.

The sensation was like having a very warm, gentle and friendly angel pass briefly through your body and fade away in the distance leaving a very pleasant glow behind. I have kept an eye open for more of the same squeezins in various bars and liquor stores and have drawn a blank (and some vacant looks) everywhere so far.

So I know where you're coming from on this...it's good toget spoiled.

best

AA

[Archangel]

ah, but that's part of your/our belief anyway, that life is ruined and everything good we have is better than it should be, isn't it?

I had that same warm feeling in me from a drink thirty-five years ago, felt the lust, and the warning, and never touched alcohol again. I am so weak.

So, now I tell people that I'm one of the dry Scots, the dour miserable ones. People seem to respect that.