Every time my friends would
ask me out to drink, I never said no. I'm always up for drinking. I don't care
where we're gonna drink, just as long as I get drunk then I'm cool. As the
saying goes, "drinking is a sport." And I've really come to
appreciate drinking as a sort of escape for problems. Yes, it doesn't solve
anything. But there is just something about being drunk that makes you forget
about things you want to forget. Even though you'll only forget it for a couple
of hours, I want that feeling. I crave for that escape. I'm 20 now, and it
really took me a while to discover what my killer is. (In terms of alcohol.)
And I found out what kills me! No, it's not 151. Tequila is my killer!
As you can see from our super
dirty table last night, that tall bottle named Jose Cuervo killed me
once again. Every time we'd take shots of it, I just cringed. I'm so scared in
taking shots of tequila... It tastes like rubbing alcohol. And the lemon that
you bite into after taking a shot? It doesn't help either. Maybe I am just over
exaggerating about the taste, but I don't know. There are a lot more
better-tasting alcohol out there. And tequila is certainly not one of my
favorites. And yes, I was so drunk AGAIN. We had a bottle of cheap brandy at
home. Had a pitcher of Kamikaze, 2 bottles of Bacardi, a bottle
of Jose Cuervo, and a couple bottles of beer at the club. And by the
way, there were just only 4 of us. Imagine... imagine.
xo,
Jack
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