feeling supersonic
wrong lyrical pull since i had vodka and soda not gin and tonic.
so i used to think i was a good drinker… i mean, i did the buffalo gig thing and that involved some serious drinking… and then i did the wendy’s family watkins glen thing which was drinking x10….
but tonight i was bitch-slapped back into my drinking place. without naming names (which is a real drag), we went out with so and so to see so and so x1’s new band play, of which the lead singer is so and so x2 and so and so just really nailed me to the wall, even with me pouring the second half of every drink into his when he wasn’t looking.
i can’t even fucking type at the moment. this entry so far has already taken me 20 miniutes since i mistype every other word.
ich bin ein piss poor drunkard.
uhm, yeah. this was really a poor blog entry. better luck next time.