“One drink and you will feel like you are flying. But don’t drive after drinking, these are for artists like you, to sit in your studio, take a few sips and pour out your dreams.” The bartender said packing the very small bottle with a huge price tag.
He could not resist and took a small sip while driving back to his cabin.
He really felt like flying… no he was flying… but why was his car flying with him? He looked down the ground was reaching up for him in a dizzying speed.
“They never listen!” the bartender shook his head when he read about the artist’s demise next day.