Wednesday Wanting

A couple days ago, I finally got my hands of some absinthe. Lucid, to be exact. Needless to say, I underestimated its power. Within in one hour, I had three glasses. I felt like I was going to die.

L'Absinth C'est La Mort by Monod

I will have this on my wall someday.

This poster pretty much sums up how I felt at the time. Although, on the other hand, I did end up writing an interesting bit of prose. I think I finally completely understand what Ernest Hemingway meant when he said "Write drunk; edit sober." Absinthe has a strange way of giving you a different view of the world. 

It wasn't a magnificently terrifying experience, but I think it might be week or two before I venture back into the world of absinthe, and more responsibly this time.