2003-11-16 - 10:19 a.m.
Yesterday, I was hyped, I came home from work, not making any money, but I was somehow content. I wanted to drink, I wanted to drink more than life itself. I slammed down a triple whiskey and coke, thinking I was on my way to crazy adventurous fun. Al showed up and more liquor was purchased.
This is where I become a middle aged loser, with all the fun sucked out of me:
I'm flipping through the channels, and the Jerry Lee Lewis movie, "Great Balls of Fire," comes on. With 2 drunken boys with me, this doesn't go over well. So, in protest they decide to baracade themselves in the bedroom with all the booze (60 p of whiskey and a case of beer.) At first they are quite, taking a few shots and as they progresivly drunker, the mood changed. I heard screaming, they were beating each other with bats and teddy bears, covered in beer. I sat here, watching my movie, slowly sipping on a beer and thinking about what I was going to make for dinner.
when did I become such a loser??
