I got completely sloshed of my face last night. Wasn't planned-just had nothing to do. So I invited a friend over for a joint, went to town for a drink,saw other friends,bought shots, talked shit, played pool, danced, got over it, sneaked away, drove home, vomited, passed out....
Sound like fun? Sound familiar?
I'm fucking over it.When you ,by some merciful chance, manage to reach a point where you're sober long enough to look at your drunken habits-you realize how redundant and numb the whole affair is. We drink ourselves into this blissful oblivion without the inhibitions and problems we usually face. The more problems the more drinking. Its a vicious algorithm. Obviously you don't think you have such big issues...your having a ball-all your friends are doing it with you....but the fact is-your just not conscious enough to realize whats going on in your own life.
