White Buffalo's Absinthe

[NOTE: Someone should really send this story to Carolyn if she’s alive…which I hope she is.]

We were cleaning up Carolyn’s property and collecting the cans to trade in for a {illegible}. Carolyn drinks schwillable red. I don’t like schwillable red, because it’s 9%. Cabernet sauvignon costs the same, and is 14%. It’s a no-brainer…

We were Troy, Austin, Sidetrack, and me. Cub was asleep in the bus-house on COHB.

In one of the trash piles, there was a mason jar of mysterious black liquid with herbs floating in it. Austin wrenched it open. We dipped our fingers in it. It was a very high proof. It looks like some kind of tincture, we said. Better not fuck with it, Austin said. Kind of tastes like weed, we said. Troy and me didn’t care. We were dry, we needed a drink.

So me and Troy went back to the house and passed the jar between us. Come to think of it, I saw this jar on the shelf when we got here, I thought. Carolyn or Raven didn’t know what it was, so they threw it away.It was probably made or brought here by some long gone visitor.