The Wagon is Without Gaurdrails

I just got this new New Yorker and opened right to this ad for Glenlivet NADURRA Scotch, which suddenly looks awfully attractive to me. Maybe the mag ad dept was working overtime with ME in mind, but the lighting, the way the light is coming through this slightly cloudy bottle of old Scotch (I guess it's not filtered like most whiskey, which is kind of exciting). Or maybe it's the way the bottle is sitting on what looks like a ratty old brown carpet-- what's that all about?!

Anyway, it's 16 years old, and some quick calculations lead me to believe it was made in like 1991, or before-- it's been aging that long. Which led me to think, maybe it would be okay for me to drink as long as what I drink was make before I quit drinking! (1993) There is some real diabolical logic in that, huh? Okay, I've got to turn the page, my mouth is watering! Oh, it's that fucking Palahniuk guy on the next page, one of "THE ORIGINATORS" (brought to you by The Glenlivet). Whew! I've quickly come to my senses. For now.