Friday night was messy. I've often thought about not drinking anymore, yet I always do again. It was fun to hang with the Doctor, and we had a mostly good time out. But when the bartender over-serves you, thinking they are helping, they just ruin the evening. I spent the rest of the night puking, sleeping on the floor, drooling on myself... highly ( Read more... )

Why do I do this to myself? That is always the question on the day after ( Read more... )

It only takes a few drinks for me to go back to a feeling; a moment. A time that no longer exists. A pain that has never ended, A face I have not seen in a decade. A feeling I have never forgotten ( Read more... )

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Kill me now. Please fucking kill me. I never, EVER want to feel this horrible again ever in my life. I am ready to collapse. I cannot believe I made the whole El ride without puking my guts out. I passed out in bed last night and woke up like an hour later drooling all over myself with a mouth flowing over with saliva. I went to the bathroom to ( Read more... )

So I wasn’t supposed to drink today cause Lynn cancelled on me and I was supposed to stay home to save money. But, I got the itch in the afternoon and ended up telling Rockwell to meet me at Sidetrack. Later the Doctor and the Duke met up with us and we ended up at Roscoes where we bumped into Magic Johnson and his friends. Needless to say, I got ( Read more... )

Welcome to the gay bars in Chicago... where unless you hook up with someone or already have someone to go home with you feel like your night is not complete. And, then, if you don’t go to an after hours bar you’re just an ugly fuck who no one wants ( Read more... )

I was at Charlies looking in the mirror tonight and I saw this pasty old guy dancing. And that pasty old guy was me. I remember when I used to dance in front of the mirror at Hunters and Roscoes and I was a thin, drunken twink bouncing around and full of myself. I look so fucking old and fat in that mirror. I was repulsed at the very sight of ( Read more... )