drink this. wine. i hate wine. it reminds me of churches and old people. people waiting to die. people wistful of times long gone. people that stare at you in villages in faraway homelands when you visit. people who once knew better, think they know better, but know nothing at all because the world they once lived in, grew in, loved in, is long gone. people who marvel over toasters and think the bread tastes funny. people who believe in bakeries and gossip. people who shook their heads slowly form side to side and reminisce of better behaving children, better dressed men, better behaved women. people who no longer drink wine, who never even had a taste for it.