Thursday, March 15, 2012
At work every day I find Wild Irish Rose bottles in a very specific route around the park. I have this story for the person who is drinking it in my mind. I have this picture of him as a teenager with all of his friends driving around the park cruising having a good time. Sharing and sipping on cheap wine. The years have past and he is now in his middle years. Alone driving around drowning his regret with the drink of his youth. It is like he is trying to drown his adult hood with the "good old days" and cheap wine.