SLY
Mr. Knowitall
Fuck you Shocktop.
Fuck you Hendricks.
I loved you both last night.
We were so close, so in tune with each other, we felt as if we'd known each other all our lives. We finished each others sentences, we were as one, like peanutbutter and jelly, as if the match was forged in the fires of the God's, stoked by our passion and seemingly endless supplies of orange wedges, tonic and lime.
You have forsaken me this morning.
You have hurt me.
You have left me with a giant empty hole in my heart. That hole has been filled with loathing, self-doubt and vague recolections of poor decision making.
The pictures posted to the web.. presumably be me... are lasting evidence of how you turned on me.
Did we really need to air our dirty laundry for the world to see, Hendricks?
That said... I still love you, Hendricks.
But I may need to take a break and see other beverages for a while.
(sigh...) who am I kidding. You are the only Gin for me. I'll be back soon. We'll have another three-way with whatever strange draft is on sale again.