One Man's Story
One day the wife was refrigerating yet another six-pack of
seltzer, and it struck me that this was just too much. I took
from her the collar, trimmed it, pulled it over my hand and
showed her my Livedrunk band. She was understandably overcome.
I vowed to wear it until it fell off, or I got tired of the
damned thing. Since then I have pedalled literally tens of
miles for the cause and everywhere I go people say "Get that
out of my face, numbnuts." and "I'm calling the police right
now." You are asking yourself what you can do. Very little
actually. As I look down at my wrist and ... waitaminute, my
glass is empty.
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Michael Press