i'm afraid to fall while anyone is
looking. i'm the
worst, yet
safest,
alcoholic of all. i drink when
nobody is around. i can
stay home and
drool and sing
billy joel songs and
node and
cry and watch
strange days and
curse her name and hers and hers and talk to
eeyore and write up alcoholic
dungeons and dragons characters...
i don't get
hang-overs.
when i do look
plastered, people
assume i was just
lamenting the life of a
crippled bard so they don't try to condole me....
forgive me for drifting;
i'm sober.
point is, altering your mental state is not a
fix for not having a life. it's
an appology for an ordinary life.
i'll come back to this node and
try to make more sense after i
satiate the
craving Kallen put in me for a
mudslide.