Golden

On the horse.

From now on,

you're in the gettin' fucked by us business.


Today I had one of those "moments on clarity" as drunks call it. So the last two months or so where I was getting depressed, couldn't figure out why and drank to make it go away. Yeah, fucking brilliant. And after a while you can't figure out why you're down. And then you go a few days without the sauce for one reason or another and realize that it became the booze that was keeping you there and not your life. Granted, I'm lucky as shit I figured this out in a span of about six weeks. They've got fucking entire classes for people who still haven't for probably most of their life.


Now you may ask, "how does this effect me?" Well, seeing as you're one of the five people that read this blog, it means even less updates. Because let me just tell you, writing in this thing sober is about as much fun as sneezing into a decently full ashtray by accident. Did that once.

After I break off this shit for a few weeks, I'll get back on the proverbial horse probably one night a week just for my intertube faithfuls. Because quitters never win. We all know that. Probably the most personal shit I've ever written on here. This blows.

Watch this woman f a bird in the a.