There's a tear in my...white rum.

i fell into one of those tearful episodes for a moment or two that men only do when they are completely alone. when I realized there is a chance for Obama to run against McCain I broke out the tears and the bottle. My god. And then I thought of the old myth of Osiris and my mood shifted. My god...McCain and Abel and I was indeed spooked for a few harrowing seconds while filling my mouth and throat with white rum. The rum threatened, loomed, salivary glands jumping to attention. Don't worry I told myself. The security he has goes far past the men who guard him.