On Writing

A Peculiar Affliction

I drive better after I’ve had a few. It’s, like, five miles. I don’t want to put anyone out of their way. These are phrases one hears all too often in Wisconsin's taverns, bars, and pubs, expressions of perilous confidence in taking to the roadways after a long (or short!) night of drinking. Drunk driving… Continue reading A Peculiar Affliction

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