Thursday

I used to be able to put 'em down. I was an artist and alcohol was my medium. Lately, more and more, I have noticed that it's a fight to stay awake after I have two of anything stronger than beer. Two glasses of wine last night and I was swimming in a world of confusion and heavily in need of shut-eye. Though it will be a pain in the ass, I am looking forward to paring down my acquaintances that depend on the consumption of the white man's fire water, because when people with big needs go bye-bye, historically, my life just gets a lot better in general. I'll even pretend to care. Won't that be sweet of me?

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