Sublime

So they picked out a few social leaders in selected cities, people like the Drexels and Biddles of Philadelphia, and wrote and told them about “Morning Glory” Tomato Juice. The idea of serving tomato juice that was made to order had a real appeal. The orders began to come in. When Mr. Snead had the endorsement of these prominent people, he went to

I took a medium-sized bottle of Jim Beam and drank from it under the covers while reading No Man Is an Island by Thomas Merton. Without God, we are no longer persons. We become dumb animals under pain, happy if we can behave at least like quiet animals and die without too much confusion.

(I’m partial to a Ketel vodka with soda and a splash of ginger beer, and my favorite toast is “Cheers, motherfuckers!”)