Aug 24, 2021
5 min read
A Closer Look at Fiction and Those Dreaded Stats
It’s not pretty, at least for me
I knew this morning was starting out wrong when I reached for the Bailey’s and found the bottle empty. As no liquor stores are open here at 4:45 a.m. (and we call ourselves a democracy?), I was forced to crack open the cheap emergency bottle of Saint You’ll-Regret-This-Later Irish Cream (the good stuff always spells it “creme”)…
