A story about alcohol
Last night, I met a cokehead who knew pretty much everything about weed. He was a nice guy, for the most part, but also one of those people who's overly concerned about how to fuck their head up best. Pretty unfortunate way to go.
Sometimes I wonder if I'm headed in the same direction. I mean, I enjoy the occasional weed, and I enjoy beer way more than is healthy. I've tried to quit drinking, and I just can't bring myself to do it. It's not that I can't function without alcohol, but if it's offered to me, I'm sure as hell not turning it down.
Last night, I was drinking after closing with my best friend and one of his co-workers at the restaurant they work at (I don't work there, but I hang out there enough that the managers don't care that I'm around after closing). We all got drunk, and Erik and I ended up doing a lot of stupid shit around town. Then we went to a truck stop diner and ate fries. In fact, once I turned 21, it was like I suddenly had something to do in this town.
So maybe drinking isn't so bad. It definitely brings like-minded people together, and I think that's worth more than being able to brag about your sobriety.
posted by Soup at 5:04 PM 
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