Not the worst thing

I have just gulped down an 8 oz bourbon and soda that was actually just bourbon. Don’t judge me. How else is one supposed to wash down the sleeve of Double Stuff Oreos they have scarfed down while pacing in the kitchen? The sugar and the bourbon have finally made their peace in my stomach and I can get on with my storytelling.

April 7, 2000

We opened the front door to our tiny apartment and stepped over the threshold triumphantly. We had accomplished something monumental,...