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Tuesday, January 31st
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tags: walker percy. bourbon.
The joy of bourbon drinking is not the pharmacological effect of the C2H5OH on the cortex but rather the instant of the whiskey being knocked back and the little explosion of Kentucky U.S.A. sunshine in the cavity of the nasopharynx and the hot bosky bite of Tennessee summertime—aesthetic considerations to which the effect of the alcohol is, if not dispensable, at least secondary.

Starting tomorrow I am doing this thing where I don’t drink for a month; I will admit now that I may be about to make a serious mistake.

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