"This could do absolutely nothing for me at this point. Even if it was full. The Afroman song , “Colt 45” slowly creeps into my head before I shake it off. Shake, shake shake it off with another earworm courtesy of Ms. Swift. I begin to think about how alcohol is the only social acceptable drug in the United States. I imagine that the Surgeon’s General warning on the bottle telling you “not to drink while pregnant” is because the bottle is probably the first thing a distraught mother would reach for. "
"How many babies were lost to alcohol poisoning before the almighty Surgeon General?? And how many sober people in the world there would be if a psychedelic trip were a prerequisite, a rite-of passage before entering into the deep dark dive-bar dystopia. (Not that I don’t fancy me good dive bar). I mean…would domestic violence drop? Roadside accidents? Less insecure macho dudes feeling the need to assert their masculinity and prove they’re “not gay, dude.”
"Man looking at this beer fucked me up…"
"You know that saying…”drinking isn’t the answer, but it helps you forget the question.” It’s a funny, but dangerous sentiment.
Anyway,"
