Alcohol, a mythical beast…
Alcohol is truly a mythical beast; we want to drink to forget but really it just amps up our problems to the verge of screeching. It’s oddly amusing when you think about it. Not so much funny ha, ha… but more shut this bitch up before I pull my hair out. Now, don’t get me wrong… I’ve had my fair share of drunken stammerings and I have a ton of friends/strangers who can back me up on this… I mean, I bought a suit to drink for free for crying out loud. I had a chance to think about all this the other night while arriving late to some shenanigans. Everyone was well into forgetting their addresses and I was restraining from the craziness, “watching the funds”… always a blast. Another thing about booze, it’s hard to fathom being an alcoholic. Real alcoholics tend to drink the hard stuff, I mean they don’t f**k around… their tastes buds must be severely damaged. I most definitely can’t handle the hard stuff and if I do, it’s pussied up with sugary-sweet mixers or fruit. And I get super full off beer, sometimes it’s like I drank a whole loaf of bread. Man, I kinda sound like a cranky, old person… “these kids today!” I guess I say all this to say, “Alcoholics, I salute you!”
Who’s up for drinks? I have a suit!
Blair
Real alcoholics don’t get hangovers. That’s why they can keep drinking day after day.
Duly noted.