What?
A playground of incessant war.
Not the kinds fought with nuclear war heads. Rather, these wars are of provoking thoughts, fought with words. Customarily bitter in nature.
And when all is settled down, there are the occasional rants of the better things in life, namely – BMWs, women, wine, Apples, chartered trips to the chateaus of France and Italy, and more women.
What’s that? You can taste the opinions in your mouth. But, that’s a good sign.
Its time to bring out the bottle of Chateau Margaux 1787. The one your great grandfather passed down to your grandfather, who later passed it down to your father. Its locked behind the Monet in a safe.
A piece of advice. Small sips.
