"Donkey 54, Where Are You?"

Back in the Old West, the Pony Express was called 'express' because it was fast for those times. Today, our Postal Service is jokingly called 'Snail Mail' because it is perceived as slow relative to the instantaneous internet. The fact is that 'Snail Mail' is far faster now than the Pony Express was then. By far. And a drink is fast. Far too fast for me. A drink is far too deadly fast for me. Too Fast. Far too fast. Deadly, deadly, slowly, slowly fast.


from All Drinking Aside (Rough Draft, Chapter 55)