I’m 21. I’m in college. I drink. So What? It’s not a crime. I don’t think. I’m pretty sure its not. But, whatever that’s not the point. This weekend I had another horrific experience with drinking. This one was not as bad as the last but it was enough to make me question my alc. tolerance level. I’ve always been pretty good and judging my intake. I know how to drink just enough to get “there” (stumbling, before becoming totally belligerent) and then coast from that point to the next morning without the death feeling that is attached to a hang over. I wish that was the case Friday night. I don’t even remember drinking that much. I just know that I was left with 2 empty 20 oz. coke bottles and a sliver of Bacardi left in the fridge. And I was gone, like sloppy over the top drunkeity drunk drunk and it was embarrassing to say the least. i was so drunk I puked twice and never even made it into the club, and I always make it into the club. I was left in the back seat of a focus forced to sleep drunk off. Its sad I know…Maybe this weekend I’ll drink less. Maybe I won’t even go out. I would swear it but, I’m not a fan of empty promises. The End.
One step away from rehab,
KD
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