This dissertation is the result of a question asked me by a lady dude the other day.

“What is mescal?” asked the lady dude. “A whiskey, a brandy, or a cordial?”

“Not any of them,” I answered. “Mescal is a hair transporter.”

The lady dude looked even dizzier than usual, so I went on to explain.

“Mescal is a liquid that knocks the hair off your head and sets it down on your chest.”

“Tell me more,” said the lady seductively, sitting down on her patio.