I love ice. It helps keep beverages cold and most beverages taste much better ice cold. However, I hate when all I want to do is take a big swig of my gin and whatever’s-in-the-house and I get a mouth full of ice cubes. Freezing cold ice cubes that make my teeth feel like they’re going to crack. Out of the three basic needs in life (eating, sleeping, and fornicating) I think eating might be my favorite. And that includes drinking, which of course includes adult beverages. My roommate yelled at me last night because I wasn’t really paying attention and I almost made a mixed drink with $40 per bottle whiskey. Boy did I feel sheepish! Lately I’ve developed a taste for fine scotch. Really fine scotch. Like, shit that’s so expensive you wouldn’t even dream of getting trashed on it cuz that would just be a waste of all those fine quarter-casked-single-malt flavors. Those delicious peaty smoky flavors… I’m starting to drool a little bit here… I just like to take a big whiff of the glass, then take the tiniest of sips and let it sit on my tongue for a bit. Oh God it’s great. What’s wrong with enjoying a few fine pleasures in life? I don’t get to do it very often cuz Lord knows I’m broke as shit. But to indulge, to sit back and smell the roses… or in my case, smell the scotch - it‘s nice every now and again. I feel like most people around me, myself included, are so stressed out about life. I take comfort in my quiet Nihilism; believing that in the end, nothing really matters. I just strive to be comfortable enough right now - fed, fucked, and rested. So whenever I’m feeling especially desperate, I try to relax. And shake my liquors so I don’t have to worry about damn giant ice cubes flooding into my mouth.