I’m probably going to regret this since I’m typing after I’ve had four and half (and counting) Jack and Cokes, but my new best friend is Mr. J.D. I think it started when Todd, Aron and I went to Finn Mcool’s after fiction workshop and since it was Tuesday, JD’s were only 2 bucks. That was enough for me and I think that’s where this trouble all started. I don’t make my famous “alcohol face” which I usually don after chugging anything bitter, sour or both. But this, I tell you, is pure heaven. That must be a problem right? But every writer needs a drink of choice. Faulkner, Hemingway… Concepcion damnit!
