Alcohol. The cause of, and solution to all of life’s problems. Our livers resemble an old man’s shriveled ball sack – hanging as low as possible from his body to cool down in this August heat. Discolored, misshapen, droopy and overused.
That’s cause all we have done for the past few weeks is quaff down alcohol in its many multicolored manifestations. Our sweaty pack of “writers” stumbled across the Nag nightscape drinking almost anything we could get our hands or mouths on, all the while scribbling furiously on napkins and soon-to-be lost notebooks. What follows are actual sentences which survived this harrowing process – assembled here for posterity.
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