"Here's to rocks....and crawling
under them" I said to nobody and everybody. Raised the bottle in
one hand and drained the last finger of whisky; a last kick from a dying
mule.Swung down from the barstool, drunk as a new dropped calf, and
out the door to the humbling light of day. Some men's thirst is ambition...Mine
is for booze and I drink to protect myself from hope
My name's Rod Stern and I'm the living sickness. |