Far From the Maddening Crowd

[speedofsoundman]

Nothing I write tonight will satiate me. I'm currently on ALCOHOL. I figured it would only be a matter of time before it got to this point. Sitting home alone on a Friday night drinking beer. I could have sworn I had a good reason for doing this tonight, but I'm sure I was only hoping for one. I've altered the way I justify my wont of alcohol, which is the slippery slope that will undoubtedly lead to my initiation into a satanic cult that coaxes the souls out of infants in nurseries and sucks the souls out of the air. The future looks grim.
While I'm on the subject of the future, I'd like to say that I'm about to cross the Rubicon. The end.