So I mixed a little Johnny Walker Black and water and ice. I sipped it. About half way through the drink I noticed my cares slipping away. My anxiety, accummulated through the work day, melthing away. I finished the drink and mixed another but this time with Glenlivet. The contrast was marvelous. Not quite as smokey. Somewhat lighter but very tasty. Very agreeable.
I sipped this second drink and watched Fantastic Planet on VHS (English version). The only way to describe the feeling the scotch put into me was as a warm glow. In that moment I forgave my enemies, became benevolent with my possessions and saw great possibilities with the time remaining in my life. Every sip made me happy. The taste reminded me of something magical but I couldn't put my finger on it. I smacked my lips and savored it.
Soon I just didn't care about anything. I had reached this state - you see. I felt incredibly rich to have access to this scotch and ice and a clean high quality glass. I felt some sadness for the poor poverty stricken people in African who would never know these pleasures. I felt sorry for religious fanatics that can't take a sip to relieve the pressures they build on themselves.
Another sip. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh heaven.