My god, this is gonna make me sound really pathetic but I am also intrigued by it.
Even though I like to uphold certain standards and I like to be presented in a certain way to the public and my friends, I'd like to confess here that when I get really drunk, there comes a point where a line is crossed.
And the fervent search for someone to fuck or someone to come over and do drugs with begins.
It's pathetic. And weak. And indicative of my repressed insecurities.
Or is it? Or is it alcohol talking?
Anyway, if you get a phonecall from me at 4 AM asking if you'd like to share a cigar with me, I'm probably drunk. Beyond drunk even. And sharing a cigar might just be the best euphemism I can think of in that state.
