This Wishing Well

Well I’m standing here in the big cornfield • Oh the reaper’s coming and I’m bound to yield • It’ll cut me down like a wind from hell • And all I want is just one more drink from this wishing well

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The Sweet Spot

The trick is to find the sweet spot and stay there for the evening. This is the place where I am pleasantly buzzed. Still coherent enough to carry on a conversation (albeit in a slightly slurred fashion), still on track to remember everything I did when I wake up in the morning, and yet blissfully free of the many things I’m usually worried about as I go about my day.

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