I used to drink. A lot. I loved being under the influence - it meant I didn’t have to have any of my own. I could be towed along through life by greater ships, a drunk sailor toasting the success of a rotating roster of better captains – my partners, bosses, a world I perceived that was brimming with better artists. From the trenches of a white-collar job and throbbing dissatisfaction, I could gripe freely at the forces of oppression with a cutting wit, badged and verified by lived experience. And it suited me. Until it didn’t.
Also not drinking and loving it, feel like life's more of an adventure (cringe). Also not to debate your own chronicles, maybe more your math, would you guys be two years and counting if your marriage only broke down in 2021 covid.
Also not drinking and loving it, feel like life's more of an adventure (cringe). Also not to debate your own chronicles, maybe more your math, would you guys be two years and counting if your marriage only broke down in 2021 covid.