It gets to be real hard to drink beer every day in Dope City in November when the rains come. The Tuborg pilsener I tried recently would have gone down faster than the now dead gangsters foolish enough to obey red lights at 2:30 in the morning last night if it were summer. Instead the Danish brew barely went down at all.
This is the time of year for whisky, what ever kind of whisky you like. I like them all except bourbon. That corn mash liquor is some foul. See you tomorrow at the liquor store.