Pure. Triple Distilled. Single Malt. Awesome.
If I didn’t revere you both already, this would have done it.
Here’s a question for you: if you could go back in time, would you still agree to meet me and Sean Ferrell at Old Town Bar, that fateful winter’s day?
Yea, I thought so.
I would, but then I would sit in the booth behind us and keep standing up to stare at Sean holding a sign that said “SAY NOTHING”.
In fact … that is exactly what I did.
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