A few beers, some wine, a few pink lemonades with vodka and I said:
"Let's say you live to be 80. You read a book a month. That leaves you only what... (drunken fuzzy math pause) not that many books! There are so many great books you could never read all the perfect, enchanting, heart-wrenching and lovely stories out there. Then someone you like, who you trust and think highly of, and who supposedly should know you, recommends a crappy book. They've totally screwed you out of something spectacular you could have been reading instead. Then what?!"
So he said: "Then they're an a-hole! How $hitty!"
"Exactly!"
"I would never steer you wrong like that!"
"God I hope not because then I would probably have to really hate you!"
Booze: Fueling great thoughts on litch-rah-cha since... forever.
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