It's still july first for me right now. I have drank 7 16oz budweisers so far, I may stop drinking now.
there may or may not be a line in between this text and the last. I don't want to be unhappy, the lines between me and happiness have a thickness far greater than this drunken, potentially epitaphic, monologue I am spewing at this moment in time.
Isn't drunk me a prick? Using fancy words in order to have an illusion of intelligence, if I were someone worth listening to I wouldn't be drinking so much on a tuesday night.
It is now july 8th, I am sober. I'm writing here right now. I am going to be not writing here in just a few moments. Over the July 4th weekend I started smoking again, drank alot, did stupid shit,