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I don't even like wine. But Pete's Market is around the corner. So I end up with a case of Jone's Cab which is no doubt the best $12 wine I've had by a log shot. Reminds me of chatting with Tom Waits in SFO for some reason.
The moral of this story is, if it's easier to get to a wine store than to your house after you park your car, you'll probably become an alcoholic soon enough, and enjoy it.
The moral of this story is, if it's easier to get to a wine store than to your house after you park your car, you'll probably become an alcoholic soon enough, and enjoy it.