Grown in Texas.
Distilled in the midwest.
Aged in Manhattan.

Searching for truth.

Learning to lose my religion, while trying to keep my faith. Trying to figure out what makes our world turn. Continually learning to love. If I could count my confidants on more than one hand, I would have none. Friendship devoid of Lagavulin and Montecristos is an empty, hollowed shell of intimacy.