My next door neighbor tried it. Drank it like it was beer. Said it was way different than being just drunk. Now he says he knows why the Impressionists painted that way. Sounds fun.
He that would make his own liberty secure, must guard even his enemy from oppression; for if he violates this duty, he establishes a precedent that will reach to himself.
Thomas Paine
No thanks. I don't want to end up stumbling around the East Side of Providence in an absinthe stupor, muttering to myself like some modern-day Edgar Allan Poe.
Nevermore, nevermore.
Hybrid Mode
