I love scotch. After two years of being bought drinks in every variation from vodka to Everclear so strong it could peel the paint off the walls, I grew an appreciation for the drinks usually associated with more class and money. The men who ordered the scotch took their time. They tipped better and watched me differently. When they bought me a drink, I enjoyed it, even though it took me a whole two years to even be able to stomach the stuff.
