alcoholism occasionally i go out drinking one, two not there yet three, four getting there five, six a bit more seven, eight a couple more for the road nine, ten there! nice and fuzzy free from my inner demons for the time being able to speak whatever i want without worrying how i seem if a woman catches my eye i say, "beware my countenance for i am baccus incarnate merlot for blood pilsner for skin stout for hair aftershock, my eyes keep away, lest you become drunk too." i want to feel like this all the time but i'm out of money shit