After developing and maintaining an unhealthy alcohol habit for about 7 years, I haven't had a drink in almost 3 weeks now. On the enlightening night that brought this on the last thing I remember is covering one of my eyes so the blur on stage turned into a comedian. What I don't remember: Knocking over drinks, getting kicked out for yelling incoherently, throwing up in the car, and ultimately pissing the bed. To remind my self how I need to take a break and return to the drink when I can do it without needing a pint of whiskey and a twelve pack for a quiet night in, heres some absolutely terrible poetry I scribbled down black out drunk and found today:
PartyI expunged a fart
Unholy and terrible
I hadn't shit myself
But each of three wipes showed brown.
A glance in the mirror
Back to the party
My ideas about ugliness and pointlessness
reinforced with my comparitive potential.
I made many laugh
But none seek my company.
If these are parties, I
Suppose I prefer them to funerals.
Now reading: Journey to the End of the Night by Celine (phenomenal)
Now listening: Mastodon-Crack the Skye (groovy)
Looking forward to: Tournament of Death VIII June 6 (GONNA BE A MASSACRE!!!)