I was just at the liquor store buying a 40 of Olde English malt liquor. This wholesome young couple on line ahead of me are buying a big bottle of orange juice.
So I’m looking at their bottle of orange juice. And my bottle of malt liquor. Sitting there on the counter, side by side. And it’s an odd juxtaposition.
The orange juice is bright orange-colored. And it seems to radiate health and sunshine and goodness.
While my Olde English is piss-yellow colored. And it seems to ooze with degeneracy and darkness and derangement.
Every now and then I can’t help but question some of my life decisions.
But what the hell. Later tonight I’ll be convinced I made the right decision.