I have a rule that I learned from my dad. It’s called full disclosure drinking.
I’ll explain.
There are certain kinds of drinks. Delicious drinks. Drinks with fruit, sugar, and pizazz. Drinks that are lying to you. They slide up next to you, slide their arm around, and whisper in your ear, “Hey man. I’m super nice. I’m never going to hurt you. I’m going to be your best friend!”.
Then you take a sip and think some version of, “Oh man! This is great! It doesn’t even TASTE like alcohol!”
Then you wake up chained to an oar 3 miles out to sea.
The kind of drink that gives you a shoulder rub, then beans you upside the head and sells you to the circus.
I prefer my drinks to be honest. Like a neat smoky scotch that smells like bandaids and rotting seaweed.
I’d rather sip on something that sits down next to you, leans over with a far-off gaze, and whispers to you quietly, “I’m going to kill you.”
Full disclosure. Honesty. At least we both know what we’re in for.
I don’t know exactly why I’m telling you this except that, I hope it helps?
Maybe there are some activities or humans in your life that you need to switch away from.
Maybe you need to spend more time around Smoky Scotches instead of Mai Tai’s.
It’s likely better for your health.
Daniel Whittington – Chancellor
