Prentice Small
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Ordered a Zombie at this so-called bar in Taipei—360 NT! Not 350, nooo, they had to squeeze out that extra ten bucks. For what? A glass of pineapple disappointment with a splash of rum’s faint memory. I swear, I’ve had cough syrup with more kick. I was drunk when I walked in, started sipping this thing, and by the end I was stone-cold sober and apologizing to cops. A Zombie? Please. The only thing dead was my buzz and my wallet.