Anyone reading is either new, or doesn't mind or relates to my rantings, or is a misanthrope, nihilist, outcast, just like me. So away with the guilt, you read what you want to read.
They tell you drinking is a vice, a vice for weak people. But I've never made so many people love me, never made the world a better place without a drink. God, this is turning into a repeat episode of a previous blog. I'm just dumbfounded at how good I feel when I drink. I do it in moderation, maybe that's why I don't understand the dangers. Thank God I feel a little off the morning after a good drinking session, it stops me from drinking day after day. I can't take credit, there's an ancient knowledge in my head guiding me, its name is instinct, and I've been blessed with one that (although overly protective) realizes danger at ever intersection.
Jack Daniels was the cheapest whiskey I could find. Tastes like ass, but it gets the job done. Picked up a six pack of Henninger Lager as well, pretty good tasting as far as beers go. Alcohol in general always tastes like shit until you get a few drinks in you. But once you do get them in you, Henninger is light enough to keep a buzz going.
Buzz rating 10/10
Pre buzz rating 4/10
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