I currently have a houseful of visitors. If everyone goes somewhere, it takes three cars. Among them is Amanda's friend's Jamaican boyfriend, who is now my savior. I was sick at work all morning and when I came home he made me "Mah graymas med'sin."
Ingredients:
"one 'ole laymon (squeezed)
uhney, las ah uhney, frahm de beez, y'knew
strahng rahm, lahk Bacardi (two parts)."
As a self-conscious white kid from the Connecticut suburbs, I both beleived in the black man's cure and am not fully sure I understood a fucking word he said. It knocked the shit out of me. I took it at 12:30 and I just woke up in time to go back to work at five.