Last night while hanging with the fellas there was nothing to do so to battle boredom we went to Kroger. My friends were about the beer but I was about the munchies. After getting back to the pad we all gathered round the futon and indulged in conversation. I’m not a big drinker and I usually frown on alcohol as a whole. Not because I have some philosophical belief against it but because every time I’m presented with a drink it tastes like dime store Robitussin. I’m not a believer of the “acquired state” philosophy. If it tastes like shit then I’m not drinking it.
But back to the subject, I had just finished a huge bag of peppered beef jerky and my mouth was craving liquid to soothe the drought. Since all the dishes were dirty my only option was to crack open a bottle. Lucky for me we had a shipment of Mike’s Hard Lemonade so I grabbed one of those and began guzzling. Just to remind you, I’m not a big drinker so by the time I finished the bottle my mellow was on high. It was at this moment that I finally understood why people became alcoholics. It feels fucking fantastic.
Now the problem began the following morning because when I woke up I instantly craved more of that shit. I had to will power myself into eating an apple and calming my ass down. Even after a very successful workout, (that’s a blog for another time), as soon as I stepped back into the house the craving returned. I feel like this may be the beginning to a horrible future.