Where’s My Fucking Bourbon?
All the way across the country for the second time in two months, this time for this Sunday’s memorial party for my Dad, only to walk into the kitchen of his old apartment tonight to discover that someone appears to have run off with the Bulleit I bought when I was here last month.
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