Drunk

It’s difficult to blog when your eyes are half-closed due to intoxication.  The keys are harder to find and the words, well they’re slurred.  Everything you would expect from a drunken slob would be on paper for all the world to see.

It is funny though, being drunk that is.  You’re kinda up to your neck in water and you’re just barely making it to the surface.  You try to keep everything in just so they don’t spill out like vomit.

Unlike most foks, I don’t like being drunk.  I don’t like taking advantage of my intoxicated state to be an ass or behave like one.  When I feel the buzz hitting me, I think about the hangover and the nausea and the stupidity that goes hand-in-hand with it.

I think about the laughter at my expense and the satisfaction that people get to see me vulnerable.  I don’t like making people feel good about themselves at my expense.

Having said that, here’s to never taking a drop of alcohol ever again for as long as I shall live. Hic.