Monday, March 13, 2017
SHE MADE MY BLOOD RUN COLD
She made my blood run cold until my veins were full of icicles. Then she put me in a giant cocktail shaker, filled it with gin and pomegranate juice and mint and various other liqueurs and lifted it high above her head. As she shook me and the booze all around, I could hear her roaring. The way it sounded coming through the aluminum shaker gave me an extra chill, which made the icicles in my veins even colder. Damn she was good.