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Blueberry Collins

I didn’t taste alcohol prior to my 21st birthday. I was afraid of it and holding on to legalistic ideals, but nonetheless, that July 31st evening I sauntered apprehensively into a downtown Raleigh bar, unsure what to order. Someone handed me a white Russian. Someone handed me a Smirnoff Ice. Some else bought me something… Continue reading Blueberry Collins