Me 3 years ago. Don't hand me the vodka and orange juice in a crowd and expect me to babysit the drink. Always drinking til I drop trying to hurt myself it seemed. Bloomington nights, and it's awful mornings of going back to Indianapolis. You didn't see me try to cup my own puke, scooping it off the carpet. Pretty much blacked out on top of my own vile, but still trying to help! Thanks to my buddy Matt for getting a hold of me and sending me this, and putting me on the couch. This apartment might still need carpet to this day. They lived with it for a year after.
