Whiskey...
Bushmills, 16years...
When you decide to be something, you can be it... But, noone's gonna give it to you, you have to take it...
How i feel? HOW I FEEL? There are no half measures, there's no room for compromise, I need a steady hand and a cool nerve, an unflinching resolve, it's something still shrouded, something that's still evolving, something that could disappear in a whisper. I've got no time for doubt, I've not been where I'm going, but I'm gonna get there...
I'm the best friend I have on the face of this earth, I dont mind going it alone, coz when you're facing death, what else is there...
TH
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