Irish girl grows up geeky, skinny and inactive, moves to Seattle, stops smoking, gains 30 pounds, starts working out, loses weight, loses mind, signs up for first marathon at 38.
I have been thinking about naming Axl Rose as the Patron Saint of Malt Liquor. His intoxicating voice has always entranced me. Like a drunken Che Guevara, he moved masses of people to follow him and believe his words.
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