And His Early Drunken Exit
No, Seltzman wasn’t kidding. Paulie Galamb was proper wasted. It took him a few attempts to get that first sip of Steel Reserve down, but with each sip the next went down easier than the last.
Though he was never actually a sommelier, he felt like he would definitely appreciate spitting this awful tasting grog out instead of swallowing it. The taste was somewhere between metal-coated bananas and fizzy stale carpet.
Which was to say, it tasted very unpleasant.
Before he made it halfway through his glass, each sip gave him that awful whiskey pucker one got from swallowing a shot of shitty bourbon. Paulie did not notice any visible distress from Edith or Niles as they drank their portions of the forty-two-ounce beer, but he just reasoned it was because they had
