This one time in DC I went to a Johnny Walker tasting. Black was my favorite. Red was too spicy. Gold was ok, but had an odd thickness. Blue tasted like money. You shouldn't taste money; that shit has been touched by far too many dirty hands. I like it straight. If you add water or ice it changes the taste for the worse.
Anyway, I found some nice Cameroonians to drink Johnny Walker Black with and bring in Christmas. Somehow it seems very odd to come all this way to try to give to a community and then have them buying me drinks. Shouldn't it be the other way around? Suppose not everyone needs help. It is Christmas though. And it is delicious.
I often feel like an old man. Only thing I can really compare myself to with any accuracy is a younger version of myself so I always seem old. I may be old, but this happens to be my first Christmas away from family. I had forgotten that till today. Christmas really snuck up on me. I blame the fact that I'm in a desert and my brain can't take the idea of Christmas even existing in this heat.
I raise another glass to you, America! My friends and family. Loved ones and strangers too around the globe. Merry Christmas!