My home bar is pretty well stocked with what I like. 3 to 4 gins, 3 to 4 rums, 2 to 3 vodkas, 3 to 4 bourbons and various mixers and liquors. On top of that, my homebrewing operation means that there's always beer, at various stages of readiness.
On this subject however, I'd like all of you to meet someone. This is Voodoo Jim. He guards the strong rum. 73% overproof rum to be exact. There's a long and so far unwritten story about how Jim lost his body and came to contain rum, but never drink it again. A cruel fate! His head is always filled with rum, but not a drop can pass his lips as they're sewn shut. Is he on my side then? Not a fucking chance. Jim curses me with every drop I steal from his head. His sole job is to look me in the eye when I reach for him and make me hesitate. Do I really want this rum? Have I maybe had enough already? Only the head knows...
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