We don’t drink gin in the winter, she said when I came home drunk. As if I knew this. As if there was a difference in what I drank when I was just fooling around with my friends, just having fun, just looking at Jim and just trying to feel something I read about in the book in the drugstore.
The northeast winter had its grey, bone-chill beer, scotch and wine. But why no gin? When I said this later he said you’re so white.
And it took a lot of gin in the winter for me to finally get it.
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I learned a lot of odd facts growing up. This was one of them.
Wow. Short and sweet. Or should I say, short and tonic.
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Very powerful, Regan …