Any drink named after Kent Parson will have to start with tequila and end with regret.
Tequila, OJ, and vodka on the rocks, with a few drops of bitters.
Double the vodka. Double the tequila. Double the regrets.
Serve with a salted lime garnish, and angst.
It’s like a extra-hard screw on the rocks and a body shot all wrapped up in one.
There’s nothing comfortable about it. It tastes like tears and pain and will fuck you up before you know what hit you.
Drink enough of them and you’ll want more, even though you know they’re killing you.