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(GodDAMN I hate goin' out. I really do. But once I'm out there I generally have a good time- Only because of ONE THING and ONE THING ONLY do I enjoy myself. The big A. I generally hate people that have been drinking if I have not been able to. I think it's an envy thing so when I go out I must drink. I must I must I must.
Am I an alchoholic for having that mindset?
probably.
I'm coming off vacation and going on 3rd shift for a few weeks so that should help with my problem. Actually I'm probably not as bad as I make myself out to be here but it's nice to be able to talk about it. Not having a woman right now makes it easy to be a lush AND for the same reason do I need to clear that problem up. It grows old and I've learned to love the "Beautiful Day.")
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~for elitism~
My poison of choice used to be the Rum
Bacardi.
and I would make my "Roman Cokes" until the cows came home.
Then. One time... The cows never came home. So I switched poisons when my gizzard said it was time.
Vodka.
clean.
smooth.
triple-filtered.
Absolut.
~For practicality~
Beer. Rolling Rock in the summer. Yuengling Lager in the winter.
ha ha. Ha HA. yeah right. so I like to say.
I was out tonight at the ABaG. (American bar and grill) The type of bar where, if I wanted I could have "everyone know my name"
it's one of those bars. good food. good friends. a black and and white glossy of all the regulars plastered on the walls. I met my mother there with her boyfriend. My mom. drinking...
sees me. latches on. won't let go. No amount of alchohol will allow me to be set free of the self-consciescness that ensues.
alas I leave and set forth to meet some friends at the historic
"Blue Star" in town, to take in some absolutely Smokin' Jams from the evervolving "Hexbelt" The eve turned out AOK as I ended up here in front of my computer to tell you about it.
Take it Easy
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