I’m the same way. I always drink the original and only the original.
A tad off the subject. But I’m sitting here listening to an old Art Bell with Elizabeth Clair Prophet. I have zero idea who she is. But in general I find talk radio in the middle of night so sad and lonely. There is something haunting about the voices and bumper music. It is like the world is dark and quiet and turned off. And yet here are these people talking in the night. Sometimes I wonder who is listening? People in their cars, people working, those up sick or with a sick one, some like me with nothing to do.