Millions of deaths would not have happened if it weren’t for the consumption of alcohol. The same can be said about millions of births.
You’re the measure of my true decline. Your home isn’t in the underworld, you live in the back room of the liquor store. My eternally hung-over angel, my Satan crawling like an amber worm from a bottle of Zoladkowa Gorzka.
Drinking gave me a rush of confidence, and for a boy hounded by feelings of inadequacy, the buzz was a welcome relief. What was impossible to realize at the time was that I was shooting myself in the head in some strange time warp where the bullet takes many years to finally reach its target.
Drinking Shirley Temple with my Mary Janes on,
let’s say that every possibility waits
We were still twirling around the tiny parking lot when the neighbors
screamed ‘Happy New Year’. Unfortunately we weren’t sober enough to
realize that was our cue to call it a night. Josh had a new beer in his hands,
Danny was eating the last hot dog and Darren and I were still dancing
when the cops showed up.
I drink out of desperation. Life is too dreary to endure. The misery, loneliness, crampedness – they’re heartbreaking…. What feelings do you suppose a man has when he realizes that he will never know happiness or glory as long as he lives? Hard work. All that amounts to is food for the wild beasts of hunger.
Imagine the big rating agencies as three competitive saloons standing side by side, with each free to set its own drinking age. Before long, nine-year-olds would be downing bourbon
To be or not to be, fucked up on whiskey, that is the question.
Usually it’s like this: I sit down and drink with the idea of clarifying just where I am going with my life, and then, after a while, I am unable even to stand on my feet
Seth discovered that night that he had two extra stomachs; one for vodka and one for overeating.