I’m always burdened with some sort of unidentifiable, profound guilt whenever I leave Rio and line up outside the bus with my bottle of Jagermeister to begin the 6 hour ride back home. It’s a strange, frothy mix of regret and upset stomach, both in the direct line of descent of the proud grandparents Heavy Drinking and Guilty Conscience. I never
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