A Love Letter to Whiskey by Kandi Steiner

THE FIRST TIME I TASTED Whiskey, I fell flat on my face. No, to tell this story right, we need to go back. It was just me - the alcoholic, pretending like I didn’t want to taste him, realizing too quickly that months of being clean didn’t make me crave him any less. It was just him - the old friend, the easy smile, the twisted solace wrapped in a glittering bottle. Except this time, there was no rain, no anger, no wedding invitation - it was just us. Whiskey stood there, on my doorstep, just like he had one year before. I gripped the knob tighter, as if that’d help, but it was like trying to chug water after passing the point of no return. It used to take me at least a shot to get to this point, but my tolerance level had been weakened by distance and time, and just seeing him warmed my blood. I opened my door and felt tipsy just at the sight of him, eyes blurring and legs shaking. IT’S CRAZY HOW FAST the buzz comes back after you’ve been sober for so long.

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A Love Letter to Whiskey by Kandi Steiner