Strange, how red-pills remain silent about the basic facts of wine making. In short, anyone with half a brain

knows, a young vine, only minimally tended, isn't likely to produce quality grapes.  Then there's the vat, bottling and storage processes.  Was reading somewhere, that, in the old days, it was common for wine - even from tended vines and decent soil, to not turn out as carefully planned.  Just a bit too much air getting through, can turn the aging liquid from sweet and mild to vinegary and ... well, bitter.   Fortunately, these days, with the better technology, about anyone, with a half decent job, can afford a bottle of wine that won't make their patio-party friends want to cry  for mercy.  Anyway, the lady who was podcasting concerning 40ish men, mentioned that not all wines age well.

She described the usual occurrence.  We'll call him floyd.  He wasn't into college - can't really blame him for not wanting saddled with $80-some-k, before he's even old enough to buy cigarettes.  Anyway, floyd is late-20s-something, works out at the gym, has a cool job, where the hot chicks are looking his way.  He's even met reasonably famous models - had a fling here and there.  Unfortunately, floyd likes the booze, the drugs, the late hours; it's beginning to show, but not a problem ... for now.

Some twelve years later:

Floyd's on the phone; been calling for the past hour or so ... as if the man has nothing better to do.  Twice, he got a response, got put on hold - maybe, this time, the call won't drop.  For some reason, the website isn't taking his unemployment data.  Everything's [bleeping] internet, wave a th' future, my ... floyd mutters, while the automated voice makes another round, about how "your call is important...please hold..." blada, blada.

As an aside, can't - for two milliseconds - blame him for being frustrated, and getting madder by the minute... anything a caller needs - be it an auto part, a medical appointment, a general question concerning a subscription... bruh!   Tell me, the entire process isn't intentional.  But i digress, back to floyd.

His issue matters.  The funds hadn't yet been deposited into his account.   He's down to $130 and change, his tank 3/4ths empty.  And he hasn't had anything to eat since breakfast - if a slice of two-day old pizza qualifies.  Most of what little he owns, is in the back - some of which, he moved to the trunk ... hopefully, it won't rain too hard (he hasn't been able to find where the leak is).  Last night he slept in his car - well, part of the night.  He had to move on from the park-and-ride lot - probably some overfed 50-something "karen," from her spacious patio, within the nearby subdivision, had called the cops.  

Floyd was staying with a buddy, but being no idiot, the welcome is wearing thin.   Was supposed to be two or three weeks, but that was almost three months ago.  Anyway, the arrangement was, from the start, his buddy wants no one else hanging around - not even the girl he's been seeing - when he's got his kids.  

So, what became of the "cool job?"  Well, it ended.  And here's the deal: floyd wasn't one to show up late, drunk or both.  Sure he partied - who doesn't, in the show-biz/nightlife industry!   In short, the job loss was through no fault of his own.   Well, wait.  He did do something to end up getting terminated, and rather suddenly.  Horror of horrors, he was no longer 27-something, and so, was replaced; it was like, within a few days after, floyd had never existed.

Making his way, he entertained the idea of schmoozing up to a woman - after all, summer was drawing to a close; the days noticeably shorter, already a chill in the morning.  At 41-ish, floyd still had it, he'd have no problem finding a gal, and one who wasn't fat - okay, hang him up by his ear, for preferring slender women.  Problem is: fat or not, women with good jobs, stable housing, their own stuff are ... so [blasphemy] bossy.  Floyd bit his lip - while never having been a religious man...still, there was something not at all good with taking God's name in vain.

He passed a road sign.  Shaefield's is hiring; they're a good outfit to get into - health insurance, 401k plan ...  But you need a CDL.  Nuf said.