Existential Dread — Malört Edition
So obviously tonight’s a Jeppson’s Malort kind of night (my team, the Georgia Bulldogs, having pooched it in the Sugar Bowl), and when I went to find the four minibottles remaining in my pack of six, I COULDN’T FIND THEM. I was left with several alternatives, all worrisome or outright frightening: some thief had broken in and stolen… Read More »