scotch_and_water raze months before i drank it in the waking world, i dreamed myself a river and poisoned it with glenlivet. i made the dream real on new_year's_eve of my twenty-first year. it was just like i hoped it would be, right down to the surprising sweetness — subtle but impossible to miss. i filled my glass a dozen times, kissed the air when the ball dropped, and puked in the toilet before passing out at home. scotch and water never tasted that good again. not even close. 240514 what's it to you? who go blather from