Whenever I go out, if they don’t have Guinness I get a Manny’s. Learning that I’d been calling someone a pet name instead of his real name without realizing it surprised me. I’m usually more aware. But what if it’s about the word? A symbol charged with power?
When I’m in a bar and I look over and see Manny’s on tap, I think of a man who can drink enough to poison a bull and still wake up and go to work the next morning. I don’t know if he is stupidly dangerous or dangerously stupid but at least in one realm, he’s rockin’ it. I will say this–his liver can be the patron saint of mine. Cheers, Manny. The man(?) The word. The myth.
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