I know it sounds ridiculous but it's given me direction. The thought I mean that war, or government intervention might all of a sudden make good scotch very expensive or very hard to come by. I loaded this thought into my head and went to the local cut rate, has everything liquour store and felt no guilt whatsoever as I bought bottle after bottle of fine booze. I brought it home, when no one was around of course, and stockpiled it. I figure I have enough to last a lifetime. What I don't have in depth I make up for in breath.
When I look over all my bottles of the singles in their tubes and boxes and my few blends in their 750ml or 1.75 bottles I really feel wealthy. Sometimes I want to just stay home and be near the stash. Sometimes I feel like sharing my secret but I don't except for here because you guys don't really know me anyway.
It's like looking into a pirates treasure room, only I can sip this treasure and exact a transformation that washes away the concern about energy, war and inflation. It's a fine art I can afford and hoard. It's something I can enjoy with my clothes on........ and then again without. It's something I can enjoy in spite of getting lower grades in school than George Dobrick or in spite of the fact that Linda Lew said no and then went on to catch the crabs from some drug dealer.
Screw em' all. I got my stash and adding to all the time.
Jimmy