Earlier that day I had taken acid. And the night hadn’t gone as planned.
There we were just dancing around in the kitchen, listening to Moby, stirring together leftover spirits and cocktail ingredients in a saucepan on the stove. The element wasn’t on – but we needed some way of mixing together all the bits and pieces of Chartreuse and Schnapps and Midor…
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