Somewhere in Spain, they grow grapes.

They pick these grapes, and they make them into juice.

They take this juice, and they put in paper cartons.

They ship these cartons to England, and they put them in Sainsbury's at 3/£4.

Last week I bought one.

Today I had some.

At some point in the process, the grape juice was transformed into pure decadence.

"from all of the things that I used to be"

On my last week of work, I was reading a book on the bench outside while waiting for my ride. A random girl sharing the bench asked me what I was reading. I don't recall what it was, but I do recall thinking that the last thing I needed before I went to school was a romantic entanglement.

Today one of the girls in my life drawing class asked me what I was reading.

Jonn's still got it.