The Third Bottle

Sometimes you find yourself in a place you shouldn’t be but it’s too late to tell your friends that, gulp, you can’t afford 11 dollar water no matter what its source of origin or relation to monks or whatever the fuck and that haven’t they heard of good ol’ fashioned tap? Or even a Brita Filter, because that’s pretty fancy. And then you hold your breath and hope they’ll have something you can buy on the booze page without having to hand over your liver. Because no one wants your liver. It’s disgusting.