Alcohol Exorcism

    Ahh.  The sweet taste of Corona Beer, lime or without lime.  The nectar of the Gods.  Dear reader, does this sound like alcoholic writing to you?  I've been frazzled, "razzle dazzled" too long.  You name it.  Prescription drugs; pot; coke; caffiene; -you suck.  My mind was Raw.  Every electronic device in the world seemed to be buzzing one way or a-nother in my head.  But aww sweet Corona.  Corona oh sweet corona, you are a ladies name on a cold, cold night.  To the naysayers of alcohol and drink, I say fuck you.  Trust me, in prose, that is a beautiful fuck you.  Will I work tommorrow, 9-5?  Guess.  Luther knows the sins of the Catholics.  Right now I am free.  Lady Corona got me there.  Jesus offered bread and he offered wine.  I had my bread today.