It was I, John T. Bartlette IV, who invented scotch whiskey. I came from a poor family. As a child i was not particularly bright or handsome. Nights i would run to my mother, "Mama," i would say, "why am I a no special-zhz?". "You are a special. In a the bad way-zhzz~." She would reply, pointing to my crutches and laughing at my speech impediment. She would make me so angry that I would, on most days, put my after-school cigar in her just-waking-up whiskey without her ever noticing. When she did eventually find out what I had been doing I was beaten, but she had grown so used to the taste that she demanded more. By fourth grade I quit school and was putting half-smoked cigars in bottles of whiskey full time. I earned so much money that could afford my feet, knees and hip surgery that i so badly needed. I had my mother and this wonder-drink to thank for my being able to finally walk. Folks around town even gave me a new nick-name that happened to stick...
~Johnnie Walker
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