Hit yourself with a rock. Here’s why -
One of those evenings when you just can’t think of anything else – for me that only means one thing – a glass of scotch, simply put, neat or on the rocks. That’s as neat life should ever be- clear and smooth, getting you on an unparalleled high, no mixing of other unnecessary elements.
You know what else is unique about this? That gnawing feeling it gives you in your tummy, especially if you’ve been wise enough to have it on a rather unoccupied stomach. There’s nothing that can match it, nothing that can bring you closer to the void inside you that you avoid to face at all costs throughout the day.
So when I’m tired of the facade I’ve been putting up for the world that couldn’t really care less, I will just curl up on my worn out couch, have a glass of single malt with three ice cubes in it on my side, and get lost in the eternal void deep within me.