To the burglars who stole 1,800 gallons of vodka from an L.A. distillery this week: Trust us, we get it
As we aimlessly drift past the one-year anniversary of Donald Trump’s election, through a world in which Twitter has become an instrument of international statecraft, and every male pop culture hero is a ticking time bomb of predatory behavior just waiting to be revealed, the urge to drown ourselves in the sweet embrace of booze grows ever increasingly strong. (And that’s not even taking into account that tomorrow is Thanksgiving, the Ironman endurance marathon of family sit-downs.) And while we, personally, do not have access to a swimming pool’s worth of vodka at the moment—and will thus have to content ourselves with drowning the pain the old-fashioned way—we’re finding it hard not to identify with and, yes, even envy a little bit, a gang of thieves operating in Los Angeles this week, who actually do.