addicted
It was embarassing. 30 shopping bags filled with empties. Got a few stares at the redemption center. But I just took my money and bought another 12-pack. Every night I pound glass after glass, ripping off burps, running to the bathroom every half hour. If I don’t get my fill, I’m irritable, unsettled. I love seltzer. The way I loved beer. I pop gum the way I smoked butts. I see straight instead of not at all.
posted by caleb d. at 1:29 PM
3 Comments:
c'mon now... what was more fun. Or can't you remember? LOL
hard to say anymore... fun has a nasty way of slipping from the room while you're singing along to the same old songs and drunk-dialing the past. :)
drunk-dialing never leads to anything good. behind that fun is always a "what was I thinking"
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