Thought Catalog


It’s hard to explain the sound a cocktail shaker makes when ice smashes back and forth between its metallic walls. It’s a sexy crackling noise that heightens all the senses, a sedated mini-explosion being muffled in a small object held with two hands.

In the memoirs of recovering addicts, there is a lot of talk about ‘rock bottom’. This magical, mystical place where (while drowning in life’s deepest piss barrel) you’re given a beautiful, simple moment of clarity.