I confess: I do like Rum.
Years ago I used to like it more than beer and some days I still pine for those earlier experiences with dark rum.
They were like a lovers embrace, with moments of intimacy and excitement.
The dark rum I drank greedily in Gibraltar, or the many kinds of rum I drank in a backstreet bar of Kingston, Jamaica.
These days the love affair has to be tempered as I can no longer ride the bucking bronco, which is Rum.
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