They call being stuck in a bottle for this long “aging” like it’s a good thing. Can you believe that? As a grape I loved sunshine, fresh air, the rolling hills and the way the farmer would swing by and squeeze me a little.
Back then, I just wanted to plop off and roll around in the dirt. Once I got picked, I thought my wish was coming true. But that was years ago. Ever since then, I’ve been stuck in confinement. So please get me out of here. Set me free.