When I get drunk I get slutty. I get slutty and I tell all my secrets. Getting drunk alone in my living room watching pay-per-view is not conducive to either of those things. I didn't turn into a sad drunk, more like a bored drunk. After a few drinks, I was just like, eh, what's the point? As much as I like to joke about it, looks like I am not cut out to be an alcoholic. What good would I be if I can't even drink alone?
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