Dear Masses,
I sit here in my dirty bedroom, covered in dried-out wine drinking a sketchy tasting bottle of my winery's manufature that may or may not have gone bad, but the booze tastes sweet on the tongue, and that is all a man can ask. It seems kinda dark in here with one lightbulb perched above my oversized map of Southeast Asia, but it could also be the fact that I didn't get off work until after sunset, and I was awake to see Helios march his goddamn chariot over the eastern horizon this morning. While Bergevin Lane Vineyards may make a quality bottle of wine, my cross-eyed morning haze is always rudely stripped away by possibly the nasties coffee I have ever tasted, but I drink it all the same because boss makes it and boss likes his coffee. Don't diss boss coffee, drink boss coffee and smile.
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