Just got The Call. My Grandmother is either dead, or very soon to be dead. What sucks is I can't get out there. I need to swing by school and take care of some stuff I should have taken care of a long time ago. My propensity for putting shit off until the last minute is becoming a very, very fucking serious problem. A horrible problem. No, it's not a problem - it's a fucking plague that will destroy everything it comes into contact with. Fuck!
I need strong whiskey.
My parents and grandparents had these giant globe shaped bars and every time someone opened one, I was right there. I loved the smell. It was a mixture of good furniture polish and every kind of top shelf alcohol they kept in the bar. Every once in a while I smell the one at my mom's house just to take me back.