Here's looking at a very good hangover
January 1, 2022
Always, there was strong drink when I was younger. My parents drank, our neighbors drank, and I drank before it was legal.
I could have gone to heaven by the time I was 21 if I could just sit in the Triangle Bar in Minneapolis at 10 in the morning drinking a tap beer for 15 cents, smoking a Lucky Strike (two-bits a pack) and reading the Minneapolis Morning Tribune.
That is the closest to heaven I'll ever get.
Always, every New Year's Day as a young man in my twenties, I was beside myself with a terrible hangover and a throat that felt like I had sucked on a blow torch.
Right then and there,...