You get sloppy drunk. I stay whiskey neat.


Aug 3, 2012
@ 1:59 am
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Smoking meant a lot to her sometimes. She worked very hard and it had some ability to rest and relax her psychologically. She was a widow and she had no close relatives to write to in the evenings, and more than one moving picture a week hurt her eyes, so smoking had come to be an important punctuation mark in the long sentence of a day on the road.

— F. Scott Fitzgerald, Thank You for the Light

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