southern_comfort birdmad the thought of the warm, cloying licorice-like flavor hitting my stomach sends a queasy wave through me even now. it had been solace until it became sickness... when that day came, i poured what remained of my last bottle down the drain 050511 ... Lemon_Soda Not a bad drink but when I think of this phrase I think about walking arm in arm down the street on a warm summer day, walking over broken sidewalks and smelling sweet flowers. I loved doing that. 050512 ... Piso Mojado Sitting at 'the Spot' in La Canada Perched on concrete foundation of a house surrounded by glass shards broken by endless weekend drunken youths Noon on a Saturday Drunk, syrupy swigs of Southern Comfort between drags of endless Parliaments Squinting at the smoggy view of Glendale panoramic before us 1999 050512 what's it to you? who go blather from