The New York Times discovers absinthe at sixty bucks a bottle. My hope is that it will drive the apple martini crowd drooling insane and then return to being the secret of the bohemian elite. But I’m blind drink and hallucinating on my own green dragon home brew that I am unable to think this through. I will consider it tomorrow. (Thanks to Munz and Alex for the links.)
The secret word is Rimbaud
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It will be another means for neo-yuppies to make expensive drunken exhibitions of thenselves. Like when the bond traders discovered cocaine.
I'm not so certain it's as legal as the report claims. I mean, try explaining bottles of this notorious green shit to some jerkwater state liquor authority. (Or the Highway Patrol.)
Farren, is it possible that one day you'll do as all a fovor and get so drunk you stop writing, shut up, and give us all a break?
The name of that condition is death, my friend. No fovors for you.
Not planning on dying, Mick? What's the secret, come on you can tell me...
--the anon immortal (wannabe)
Oh, and if you continue to write from beyond the grave, I'll continue to read :)
http://fictionbook.ru/en/author/farren_mik/djim_morrison_posle_smerti/
are u aware mr.Farren that russians posted "Jim Morrisson..." on the Web for free download, translated and published?
I medicated myself just right with the green devil last New Year's Eve. Drank whisky all day, hit the green devil up for three doubles around 10:30. I fear a fourth would have done me in. It was a damn nice experience. The remainder of the bottle hides in the very back of the bottom of the fridge.
Three points...
I have no plans to die at any time in the near future. Although the coindition of the world can create a certain ambivalence to survival.
I knew hard copy books were being published in Russia by AST. I didn't know ebooks were being bootlegged for free on the web. I'm all for it in principal, except I do have to make a living doing what I do. Should we sign up for Cafe Press and initiate the Doc40 coffee mug?
I have a theory that all the absinthe rituals with sugar cubes, ice water, and filigree is quaint and decadent, but, in back in 1890, they didn't real aggressive freezers. I think Mr BNH is onto something. I'm now drinking absinthe in shots at artic chill (or what was arctic chill.)
Lot of typos in the above comment. Am I stoned or just tired? I need a fucking holiday.
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