Bourbon

Whiskey is one of the Gods greatest gifts to men.
It warms the soul like love.

Except it never lets you down.
It simply kicks your ass and looks to you asking.
Is that all you got?

John Patrick Robbins is a barroom poet professional smart ass and fulltime drinker who's work can be read in inbetween Hangovers , Your One Phone Call. And most everywhere on the net and a few bathroom walls as well. — John Patrick Robbins is a barroom poet professional smart ass and fulltime drinker who’s work can be read in inbetween Hangovers , Your One Phone Call. And most everywhere on the net and a few bathroom walls as well.

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