Atlas, shrugged? (Drive Day 124: November 1, 2003)
Gary’s notebook entry reads “We are drinking too many Altases,” but I cut ourselves some slack. It would take six to equal the strength of one Guiness and each one feels like it lowers my temperature by a degree, for at least the length of the time it takes to drain the bottle. They are a little less effective as painkiller. A cap fell off one of Gary’s teeth and though he’s happy he could walk into a Panamanian dentist’s office and get the resin refilled on the spot, tonight won’t be the night we stop drinking Atlases.
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