“History is a vagina,” my drunk brain thinks. “Damn, what a random and juvenile thing to say, but I should tweet that.” I didn’t tweet that because I knew it would not be good in the long run. Two beats later, another cluster in my drunk brain responds, “yeah, because we all come from it.” …
Tag Archives: drunk
TNA
I’m only here for the tits and ass. Everything else is pretense. Obviously.
Ethyldivinol
Alcohol is the catalyst which slows me down so that everything overwhelms me, by which the profane becomes profound, in which patterns emerge in the chaos, and for one brief moment I find god. Everything suddenly makes sense, because I am too incapacitated to hold all the infinite possibilities in my head. Divinity by chemical …
Dram Amble
If you’ve never taken a walk while intoxicated, I highly recommend it. You have to trust the neighborhood, but only halfway. To make up for your impaired thinking, you have to heighten your senses and be aware of what’s around you. In your hyper-vigilance for dangers in the shadows, you see new things, make observations, …
Stumble
In a world full of people who will gladly roll you if they could do it with impunity, I’m sincerely glad that I live in an area of Austin, Texas where I can stumble through neighborhood streets at 12am and not have somebody run up on me to make sure I don’t turn the corner …