I’ve had a long and torrid love affair with the booze, it showed me some of my best days and almost all of my worst. I would still be in that relationship, swillin and dancing around town without a care in the world, if it had not tried its hardest to kill me at christmas.
Just like it to treat me so special and sweetly, seducing me with all its charm and power, then, without warning, turn on me and try to eff my shiz up. what a jerk.
i’ve learned that some things just aren’t good for you
sorry Boo, but, goodbye
