Truth is I'd rather not have the taste of Jameson in my mouth

The above header is not the reference to a man named Jameson leaving a dick stain in my throat. The truth is everyone leaves and no one stays. You'd be happy to know the person next to you on your deathbed. I've come to find permanence might as well be the name of a perfume. It doesn't last. That is of course if you got the Herpaghonnaspyphalaids. Then you are Drini. And you don't want to be Drinster.