A few years ago, I was in the End Zone, which is a bar in Hattiesburg.  If you ever go there, they have a pretty good rib-eye sandwich.  Ask for horseradish.  Anyway, I had just ordered a Makers and Coke and taken a couple of sips from it when I realized that I didn't really want it.  I put the glass down and walked out.  I didn't drink for a ( Read more... )