Since I’ve been old enough to illegally drink trashcan punch, woeful tales of Absinthe have been drilled into my head. Blindness, murder, and residency in a padded cell were promised results from drinking sinful Absinthe – or so I was told. Like another midnight campfire story, I was completely freaked out enough to avoid the “Green Fairy” like a leisurely wade through Louisiana swamp water. In case you’re wondering what folklore could keep a 20-something (ok, maybe I was 17) away from free bootlegged booze, let me help you out. How true or fabricated you believe these fables to be, they are steeped in reputable and historical accountings. Don’t cry later tonight under your bed covers and say I didn’t warn you! Continue reading “THIRSTY THURSDAY THE SINS OF ABSINTHE” →
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