I get debilitating anxiety on the day after I drink. How the hell am I going to make it through my wedding?
I'm not a bad drunk. I don't throw fights at the bar. I don't cry when I drink wine. I won't corner you at a family party or force shots down your throat. I'm a lightweight. If I drink too much, I throw up. And as much as I love that immaculate feeling of a drink knocking my lights out–for me, it's my fourth whiskey–I really hate throwing up. But, partly thanks to the pandemic, and the work required to keep a romantic relationship intact during several months in quarantine, I've discovered I have a drinking problem. Every king needs one or more in his castle. Tons of apparel, housewares, EDC gear, and so much more is up to 50% off right now. Fresh cut roses are sure to make your valentine smile. Order now on Amazon! 🌹 Celebrate love and romance with gifts that you'll both get a kick out of. You can take up to 15% off the mattress you'll spend the rest of your life sleeping on. An edgy philosophical throw-down, in which a wandering bottle collector does battle with a hoodlum between helpings of greens, meat loaf, and ribs. Esquire fiction by Walter Mosley, from 1995. |
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