THE GOOD STUFF

The good stuff?

What do you mean by that, Jonathan?

Well, I’m talking about luxuries.

See, you probably have some fancy pancake syrup hidden away in the cupboard, or a couple candy bars in a drawer somewhere, right?

I do too.

I have some fancy mustard, that’s honey flavored. Great stuff.

And some absinthe that, I swear, makes me talk like God himself.

Or, at least, the god I fear existed as a child.

“Don’t touch your weiner, young Jonathan. If you do, then I shall smite thee in a half. Two bloody chunks, severed neatly in twine.”