Immortalized

Last night I drank from a vile of whiskey that had a cobra inside of it! Robbie had acquired this little treat whilst in Vietnam, and decided to give it to Roman for his 29th birthday. I wish I knew more about the asian cultures that honor these snakes and what all the mythos behind these whimsical non footed beasts is. I feel very strange today. Like some type of fiery power is slithering through my veins. When I took a drink I could taste the snakes skin. It had been fermenting in the jar for some time I take it. The taste was horrid and I should have vomited, but the slime held back the pending disaster. Joe and Maia and Roman all drank it as well. Now we all live forever! Hopefully it's not a bum trip!?!