Last night I worked and was exhausted. I bartended until 2 AM. Drunks, wish I could have been one of them but I was on the wrong side of the bar. I kept pouring. They kept paying and talking until they could barely talk. One guy told a chick he wanted to eat her out. "I'd like to perform cunnilingus on you" was his exact line. She laughed, invited him to another bar and who knows what happened. I went home, drank 2 beers and hated being alive. Still hungover. Still somewhat reeling from a panic attack, still unhealthy, tired. Just the other two nights, I was the drunk.
Tonight, I'm trying to lay off of the sauce. I just finished a bottle of Cab, and I can't sleep worth a shit. I'm looking at the Jack and saying "No." Then I say "we're not there yet". Then I say "should I drink it on the rocks? Or with a splash of water?"
Fuck it. The gym I joined finally started charging me and my phony ambition says, skip the whiskey, go to sleep, work out.
On the rocks it is...
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