There was a small time in my life that I was drinking about that, alone, every single night in a place that I really didn’t want to be. Tequila was never my poison of choice, though.
If I had a bottle of this, I’d start drinking at about five in the afternoon, throw it all up at around two in the morning, sleep for a few hours, work, and then do it all over again.
I knew I had a problem when I started drinking cheap Wal-Mart vodka because it wasn’t as expensive and I could still get fucked up.
In my head, it was the darkest period of my life.
*sips soda.
At least I’m not still doing that.
Seriously, though, congrats on being sober since February! I’ve been creepin’ on your Facebook photos and they’re good, man!
