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made a toast to hunter s. thompson and jim morrison, deceased, at sunset. After the booze, the guitar jamming, drunks chanting, piss stained walls, and sand castles rained on with vomit, i realized we had lost all shreds of sanity.
i finally found my limit on alcohol, i think. After all the times of pushing my limit further and further. This last night when i tried to push it to the point of complete excess just like my two heroes above, i can remember my brain collapsing under the stress of all that fucking booze.
i woke up and felt like shit. never threw up though. Sara came over and i felt so much fuckin better cuz i fuckin love her so much.
i finally found my limit on alcohol, i think. After all the times of pushing my limit further and further. This last night when i tried to push it to the point of complete excess just like my two heroes above, i can remember my brain collapsing under the stress of all that fucking booze.
i woke up and felt like shit. never threw up though. Sara came over and i felt so much fuckin better cuz i fuckin love her so much.