We’re talking like a whole liter of whiskey. Drunk enough to have visions. Drunk enough to have that weird kinda clarity. I’m embarrassed and ashamed. But at the same time I’m glad I did it. I thought maybe I’d die, and I was cool with that, but I didn’t. I guess I’m just a tough bastard like that. Sorry if my posts were kinda weird I was drunker than a French lord on bastille day. I really do love this community. There is a kindness here that I don’t find anywhere else. That’s the reason I feel safe admitting I’ve been drunk for like 30 hours. So I’m hydrating and taking b vitamins and also an allergy med cuz I know my body is gonna try to cough out this poison and I’ll choke on the phlegm. Not my first rodeo.
I honestly think there’s something valuable for being very drunk every now and then. Usually I try to follow the rules of the inebriati, but sometimes you just got to toe the blackout line
Drink water comrade, stay away from that poison for a bit, and then I hope to someday run into you in a bar.
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