As 2015 comes to a close I can't help but look back at the past year and say "holy shit." Hey, but what the heck I survived it. And you know what they say about that that doesn't kill you makes you stronger. Or bitchier. Or something like that.
The Fine Print: The bottle in front of me (as opposed to the frontal lobotomy) is by Tattered Lace and all the other stuff is from my stash.