Alone, when you are sitting at home listening to records, and “I’ll See You in My Dreams” comes on and you think of him, and you wonder what he is doing right now, and if when he hears this song, he also thinks of you.
Before yesterday, I was 4 months sober. Actually, I was 135 days sober. That’s 3,229 hours of sobriety, but who’s counting.
1. Your small talk stock skyrockets
We now live in the freest culture that has ever existed in the history-of-ever—almost to the point where I hesitate to even call it a “culture” when comparing it to the rest of history.
I’m not a 21 year old college kid anymore testing her limits. My limits have been tested. I know who I am and I know I don’t like to get drunk because it makes me feel like shit. Yet somehow this bothers people?
A parrot observing his surroundings.
Wow, I can’t believe this happened.
The drunken heart-to-heart.
Apparently, red wine does make one feel so fine and in more ways than a mellow ’80s reggae hit would have you believe.
I was drinking my usual when something out-of-the-ordinary happened.