My Life on Rye
Commissioned by At Large magazine | Told in weekly serialization
In the wake of his failed marriage, a former artist / rising executive charts an unsteady course through forgotten passions, unexpected alliances, and bottle after bottle. Even as the costs-benefits of numbing himself come into startling focus, he feels alive for the first time in years — navigating a mad dance that leads him from the financial depths of Manhattan to the lilting lights of a foreign city.
Episode 29: Jefferson’s Ocean: Aged at Sea Bourbon
I cannot help but wonder if the lawyer considers himself to be God in this scenario.
Episode 28: Flying Dog Double Dog Double IPA
For the entirety of the first class flight home, I’m comatose — foregoing food, flicks, and frills to commence what’s sure to be a prolonged recovery.
Episode 27: Kahlúa
Our legs connected under the table, our hands clasped when we rose. Without a word, we headed to her place.
Episode 26: Green Chartreuse
Thanks to Conor’s affinity for infidelity, I have our final night in Dublin to myself.
Episode 25: Writers Tears, Part 2
The more powerful the financial institution, the sparser they keep their lobby.
Episode 24: Writers Tears, Part 1
Our first day with clients, I awake with a cavernous hangover. There’s no other word for it. Someone’s barrelled out my body.
Episode 23: Teeling Whiskey Single Barrel, Part 3
Conor’s apartment occupies the top floor of a pre-war building on the Liffey. He attempts to give me a guided tour that I indulge — jettisoned as we are.
Episode 22: Teeling Whiskey Single Barrel, Part 2
How many ways do the Irish have of saying somebody’s drunk?
Episode 21: Teeling Whiskey Single Barrel, Part 1
Quick nap back at the hotel. Luxurious trip to the steam room. Shower and a shave. Red-eye be damned, I feel like a human again.
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Episode 20: Guinness, Part 2
I walk through public art that belongs in a museum. Captivating bronze sculptures that nonetheless manage to blend in with their surroundings. Perhaps all of us are gaze-worthy. Every last soul.
Episode 19: Guinness, Part 1
First class is filled with bottomless booze, top notch cuisine, and endless movie selections, both foreign and domestic. God bless and God damn my company for paying for this unnecessary luxury. A mild-mannered passenger is better off not knowing what lies beyond the curtain.
Episode 18: Bulmers Cider
I’m horizontal on the living room floor, Spud by my side. The minutes lift into hours as the liquor leaves my system. A car idles outside, blaring radio. A parade overtakes my ceiling — crip-walking giraffes and twerking rhinoceri.
Episode 17: Booker’s
Money and power are not things to which I aspire.
Episode 16: Natural Light, Part 3
She was a girl who never stopped half-dancing, and her red triangle tongue flicked into view in slow sweeping motions.
Episode 15: Natural Light, Part 2
The doorknob to my dorm room had a sock on it. A white gym sock on a steady slog toward grey.
Episode 14: Natural Light, Part 1
There was a time when I thought the world was split into two groups of people. Those who cheat, and those who don’t.
Episode 13: Basil Hayden’s II
Vets are roughly six times more likely to off themselves than the general population. That’s right. Six.
Episode 12: Laphroaig, Part 2
Twenty minutes later, I take my first sip. Nail polish and citrus. Wonderful indeed.
Episode 11: Laphroaig, Part 1
In life and sex, compassion goes a far way.
Episode 10: Jameson
“Not going to lie, Champion. This role involves late nights, drinking, and women. You’d travel the world, earn a crack salary. Game changer, pure and simple. Question is, are you a feller who would fuck it up?”
Episode 9: Calvados, Part 2
Her left hand emerges at last to cover her face, wedding band missing.
Episode 8: Calvados, Part 1
Her voicemail lasts eight seconds. “It’s me. I heard you stopped by, and…” There’s a silence, then, “We should talk. Call me.” I play it twice before calling back. As it rings, I try to subdue my hair in the mirror. Given recent weeks, I have a full revolt on my hands.
Episode 7: Peach Schnapps, Part 2
Everything in town was walking distance and within minutes we reached her off-campus apartment – a large room above someone’s garage. Kitty had decorated every inch of the place with tapestries and lamps and strange thrift store furniture. It was like stepping into a Moroccan blanket fort.
Episode 6: Peach Schnapps, Part 1
It was freshman year. I harbored plans of becoming a vet. And my assignment one Wednesday was drawing blood from a white Himalayan.
Episode 5: Jack Daniel’s
Guitar flaccid between my legs, I watch a kid half my age own the stage at this open mic. He plays mandolin. He’s able to last full verses without taking a breath. He finishes up with his third homespun masterpiece in a row.
Episode 4: Beefeater
The news spreads like a punchline through the office. Morris Stump, deputy head of Client Relations and all-around vanilla-flavored human being, was struck and killed by an amphibious tour vehicle while traveling on business in Dublin. “Right,” goes the joke, “If anyone was going look the wrong way stepping off a curb.”
Episode 3: Baileys
Spud yips and twitches in his sleep, chasing rabbits. I watch the digital numbers as Friday succumbs to Saturday.
Episode 2: Interboro Negative Space
The work day starts with stalking my wife on social media. Online, we are still together. A framed picture of our wedding sits atop my desk, monochrome and timeless.
Episode 1: Basil Hayden’s
I swore I would never be a man who looks for meaning in a bottle.
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