(Originally published by The Rye Whiskey Review)
I prefer my whiskey neat
or with a tiny splash of water
but tonight
I made the wife and myself
an old fashioned each
I was surprised at how much I enjoyed it
despite not usually taking whiskey on the rocks
as I sat on the back patio
sipping my drink and toasting a stick
a thunderstorm rolled in
I realized just how good I felt in that moment
numerous lightning bolts flashed in the distance
boisterous bangs of
resounding raucous thunder followed
bringing to mind memories of my past
from drug induced years
to the present day
where drams and drams of whiskey are drained
somehow I always seem
to feel the most alive
when I am killing myself
Gloomy Forebodings 