Miles and Vodka
18 January 2015
These are my painkillers for depression. Eating miles on the BMW, on a twisting mountain road, or a long and lonesome highway in the night, or anything in between. Lying on the couch, changing the music from pop to black metal and back, with a glass of vodka in hand — ice-cold, so that it gives me this distinctive bite as I take a sip. I don't mix my vodka with anything (especially not with miles!); I like it pure and intense. Just as I like many other things in life... pure and intense.