I spent my night drinking alone and waking up on the living room floor thinking I may have died…the way things are supposed to be…because we’re all pretty much dead anyway…and drinking to the point of a religious experience…or maybe it was a psychotic episode…I swear I saw god….means you’re doing it right…in terms of self destruction..because you don’t even need the hard drugs to take you to that place as your brain is just so mangled…

Not that I like when people talk about how drunk they got, like frat boys comparing dick size, drinking is an individual sport that doesn’t require contest or competition…

But I don’t mind when college girls tell me about how drunk they get…and what they put in their vaginas because of it…

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