I emptied the bottles, filled them with food colouring and glued them back on the shelves of my diner.
Waste not, want not, they say.
Those were the heady days. Days of celebration as the glasses clinked and each day blurred into the next.
I was always there, bottle in hand, making sure the glasses were full as we sung and danced each night away.
Then they withdrew my license and I ended up in rehab.
The place is duller, but my ex-wife tolerates me if I behave.
Now all I get are mistrustful looks and diet cokes.
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