We wandered around town and checked out the different campuses and a really impressive antique print shop, and I got chased down a path by a mob of hungry geese.
My brother Matt has been amassing a large selection of Scotch whisky and has formed an unofficial whisky club in the dorms. People knock on is door in the evening and come in for a drink and eventually the room fills up. Derek is of the opinion it tastes like rubbing alcohol. So am I actually, but I like it. The Bruichladdich is actually buttery. Painful burning butter.
2 comments:
An alcoholic before he's even an actual lawyer! Matt always was ambitious.
Did they win? The scotch is just for your cold, right Matthew?
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