What’s up with alcohol anyway?
So there’s this thing, I think most of you have heard of it. It responds to many names. Beer, cider, vodka, tequila, etc, alcohol you are one funny dude.
You make me think.
It’s kind of annoying, because in retrospect, you take my body and put another soul into it-I’m convinced that’s the way it works.
I wake up a bundle of rainbows and sunshine, then I drink you. You taste bad, but then you get better.
You make my mind spin, you make me fall in love. I fall in love with alcohol, which makes me feel the love for people. You’re an initiator. I can’t be the only one that feels this way.
So what if I cracked the bottle open by 10 am today. It’s 5 o’clock somewhere. In fact, it’s past 5 o’clock in Australia. I’ve been there, done that. That enables me to drink whenever I want, right?
If you disagree then I reckon you need to down a couple shots of tequila. If that doesn’t do it for you, hopefully it’ll make your clothes fall off and you’ll get lucky.
Alcohol, you have changed my life. Whether it’s by waking up with you by the toilet, a naked man, or the hospital, you are a contributing factor to who I am today.
You rock my world.