Kirk and the check

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I like the bar. I like taking my coat off, putting my elbows on the wood and having my anesthetic served to me in a highball. Some people say money spent on booze is wasted, but I look at it like I'm putting gas in the tank--I'll never make it to the next state without a stiff glass of Plymouth.

I know it makes no sense but I drank scotch all summer, and now that it's winter I'm drinking gin. I'm out-of-sync by six months.

Six months or maybe eight decades. The twenties, now that was a decade.

Official Reincarnation Placement Request: When next I come back, arrange it so I can drink through most of the 1920s. Keep the location the same. Thanks.

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