Aigh, it's the day of me birth plus the princely sum of 51 year.
Ahhhh Fireball. Sigh. It is true, I have indeed imbibed once or twice of the little red devil. Tasty, indeed. But alas, I owe my very sobriety to it. It happened lads on a moonlit night in the desert of Nevada. A wee bit too much and POOF! Hallelujah brothers, I have been healed of my evil ways and purged of the scorn of liquor! 50 years of rabble rousing and wild living curtailed at the hand of the poison that fueled it.
Henceforth, I shall strive to pour all of my prior wickedness into endeavors of a somewhat less grave nature.
Good for you Roy, one day at a time.
