the liquor takes hold over head, liver, soul
It's funny. I don't really enjoying drinking, I never really have. Sure, I've had some fun nights with a two-six of gin or vodka, a forty of tequila or a twelve pack of Keith's, but ultimately the night turns sour. A line is usually crossed where I find myself wishing that I wasn't drunk anymore. My head spins and my stomach aches. I lose all control, and that's what I hate. It's just oh so social. So expected of teenagers crammed into a house with music pumping. You either get stoned, get drunk, or get both. Funny how some friendship's are only based on some form of drug use. You realize it when you stop. Maybe it's a comfortable bridge for some people. It's a mask, an excuse to be funny or open or stupid. "I'm so high/drunk" (circle one or both), and that's all it takes. You can get away with almost anything. Yet another way for the modern person to get out of responsibility, something that scares us the most.