Eighteen might look at thirty-four through a rising mist of adolescence, but twenty-two would see thirty-eight with discerning clarity.
The hangover became a part of the day as well allowed-for as the Spanish siesta.
You can stroke people with words.
First you take a drink, then the drink takes a drink, then the drink takes you.
Too much of anything is bad, but too much Champagne is just right.
You are mine-you know you're mine!" he cried wildly...the moonlight twisted in through the vines and listened...the fireflies hung upon their whispers as if to win his glance from the glory of their eyes.