Gary Diamond (04-10-1984 / Portsmouth, UK)
3 Bottles of Whiskey a Week
I was getting through
like the stuff was going out of production.
I had taken a liking to
a cocktail called Ferrari Jack:
double shot of JD
double shot of Amaretto
some coke then lemon slices and ice.
Whiskey drunkenness and beer drunkenness were very different.
I enjoyed beer ones but I started to prefer the whiskey feeling.
It made you feel good like beer, but still you were able to stay
lucid and alert after a lot of it.
It didn’t override your entire consciousness
you didn’t need to piss all the time
it didn’t bring on flatulence
you didn’t need to smoke cigarettes
to counteract the effects of the depressant.
I liked it a lot
and reasoned if Lemmy
was still alive after years
of it, so I would be.
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