I'm not rememberin' too much about me early life. I've been told that I when I was a wee lad I was found by some monks, sometime durin' the 6th century. I was a bit of a rover then, moving from glen to glen, hollow to hollow, wherever there might be some stills set up. I didn't start settlin' down until around 1608, when Old Bushmill's built me a fine house up in County Antrim. Soon enough, people got to lovin' me so much, they started buildin' my houses all over the place. And of course, bein' the gracious guest, couldn't be refusin' any of these fine places. I'm still a rover, goin' wherever people need me to be, tryin' to enjoy the hell out of all of it.
My Interests
I'd like to meet:
Anyone that needs me, or needs to have fun, or to cry, or to get inta fights, or to find themselves next to someone they wouldn't expect. Well, that last one I'm not too proud of, but it's the truth. And in whiskey, truth.
