Outlaw Country

Beverage: Bookers Bourbon

Toast: your gonna get yours

There's an old Public Enemy song Joel and I used to like called Your Gonna Get Yours. It's about how great his car is. Now, Public Enemy isn't known for frivolous ditties about fast cars. They are serious-minded political black men. But they were moved enough about their Oldsmobile that they sang this one. Must have been some car. The lyric I always like is:

Out that window middle finger for all

So, I'm driving home and I can't bear the idea of going back to the apartment. There is too much of my life there. I feel about like Chuck D and his universal gesture. I'm on the fence about it though until I flip the dial over to the Outlaw Country station on the radio. This is a station of music like the album by that name we had when we were kids. The DJ is even a musician I used to like a little in college.

They are playing this song. Songs sound different in the car than other places, so I take the first exit I see and head south. There's a scuzzy old section of town outside the city and I remember a liquor store there from when I used to come here as a trainer. Those days seem like a long time ago, and as I tick off the years on my finger, it was.

I buy Bookers.

This is expensive stuff; I think I've bought it half a dozen times. And it's strong. I drink it on ice. I usually pour a glass over ice and leave it alone for a while. When the ice cracks and I hear that pop, I'll pick it up for a sip.

Each kind of alcohol has its particular effects. Maybe it's the impurities, I don't know. But tequila is different from wine in ways other than the alcohol content. There is an aspect or personality to each. Bookers has a unique personality. It's different from Makers Mark or Knob Creek, certainly different from Jim Beam. More adult, somehow more honest.

And pitiless.

I think that's what I like best: la belle dame sans merci.

Bottoms up.

 

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