Out drinking with a couple of friends in a local bar the other night, we started talking about how a little senseless binge recently turned into a murder. Apparently, a few high school kids got “over active” and insulted some shady characters. One of the kids then got stabbed and turned icy cold within the night. Lovely.
The whole crap reminded me of a simple “rule” I have created for myself since my first binge about a decade or so ago: never go out boozing unless you’re feeling good inside. In other words, I don’t drink to forget anything.
Bad mood and alcohol is like razorblade and a bathtub. Sooner or later something's got to give and someone’s going to bleed.
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