It’s raining hard. So hard it feels personal. My friends and I are seated at the outside “terrace” of this new pub along Muchai Drive, ignoring the incessant rain. It’s a new pub, sort of, but it’s already popular with a younger crowd, the upwardly mobile types on the runaway of their careers.
We have a bottle of whisky to share before us, even though one of us isn’t drinking because he found the Lord last year. We are happy for those who find the Lord, for those who find the Lord find themselves, because are we not made in His own image and likeness? Only problem is that he looks sleepy, or bored, sitting there drinking his 190th bottle of water. Sobriety is a tough path if you decide to walk it in the bar.
