captknutz

So sturday night ended pretty rough. Went to denver, we headed down market street and got real tore up. I drank way too much. This bartender kept ignoring me, I waited twenty minutes for a drink and then my freinds dragged me away cause I wanted to pound the guys face in. I wasn't trashed yet and I was really pissed, I hate being that mad, so to get away from being angry I started drinking rather heavily, and at one point I two fisting pints of guiness.
Didn't feel too bad till we got back to the apartment, and then I started puking Now normally this always makes me feel better, but I couldn't stop I started telling the guys I thought I had alcohol poisoning and thought I was going to die, and then started begging them to take me to a hospital, because I was"fucking dying" So the last thing I remember is saying I gonna fucking die I know it while my head is in a trash can
I woke up and felt like I went ten rounds with iron fucking mike My eyes were all puffy and I looked like somebody had beat the shit out of me. And now at least 24 hours after my last drink I still feel sick like I have the flu.
So in light of saturdays good times gone bad I've decided to go Iain Mackaye style and go straight edge for at least a month if not more, cause that shit wasn't fun, plus I like to take a break every couple of months or so, and haven't had one in like 6 months


Song of the day:Minor Threat-straight edge