Mar 23
4 min read
Truth in a Bottle of Bourbon
Lies we choose and the truth that finds us anyway
“You ever wonder how you got where you are now?” Gruff and emotional, her voice barrelled down the empty bar to me. “Another bourbon, please. Neat.”
I finished drying the highball glass in my hand, grabbed the bottle of Widow Jane 10-year-old, and poured her another drink. She’d been keeping that stool warm…
