Have I mentioned I’m old?
Posted in It's All About Me, I feel old... on March 31st, 2008Saturday saw another party at Metal Haus. Much drinking, of course, was had by all. Yes, including me, even though I know better.
Metal: “Well, we’re out of white wine, but there’s plenty of beer.”
Me: “Duuuuh…. okay.”
Fuck, you’d think I’d been a drunk long enough to know better. But, of course, once I start drinkin’ there ain’t no stoppin’. I’m just getting the hangover now. Wendi had to buy me some anti-puke pills on Sunday morning so I could keep the anti-headache pills down. What can I say? I’m a romantic.
I’m gonna have to make a choice. I can be a drunk all my life, or I can go straight-edge. There’s no in between for me. And staying drunk is the only thing is the only thing that’ll keep me from giving a shit about wasting my life on two-day hangovers. However, waking up one morning and discovering I’m 65 years old with no job, no retirement savings, and not enough government pension to keep the bottles lined up is probably gonna suck.

