I love absinthe. Couple of years ago, my cousin brought back a suitcase full from visiting his in-laws. It's deliciously insidious, that absinthe. After my cousins called my wife to come pick me up from their house, she brought me home and put me in a chair. She asked what I wanted, and I told her to go out and get me a cheeseburger. When she got back, I was watering the yard, stark-ass naked. As she urged me to get in the house. I told her that I had the sweats and figured I'd not waste water and kill two birds with one stone if I just stripped down in the yard and hosed myself off on the lawn. I don't remember any of this, mind you.