As I waited my turn, I caught my reflection in the scratched and slightly warped mirror. The face looking back at me appeared to be a good 15-years older. Either the potency of recycled, fermented agave juice had, over the course of one hour, literally sucked the youth from my face or I was seeing the real, unadulterated me for the very first time.
It’s Sernt Paddees Day Murtha Fcksss! — A Working Title

This did used to hapoen to me in my younger days of binge drinking! Nice little throwback for me. Ah, memories.

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