Last night I had 4 Tecate beers. Four. F-O-U-R. You know how many fingers are on your hand, minus the thumb? Four . . . okay, maybe five. Here’s the thing, ether Tecate really doesn’t jive with me or I truly am hitting the breaking point in my drinking tolerance. I know it’s been going downhill for awhile, but come on!

Now it just looks like unproductiveness in a can.
I went to my pal’s house, Seth Farley, as he was having a apartment warming party. I biked there. I had a few beers. I biked back. No apparent buzz, and with the heat, the bike ride should have sweated out a majority of the booze. I mean, this is basically the same as when I’d have a show at Second City in Chicago, have a few beers afterwards and then bike back home.
What the hell happened? I feel so tired and woozy and gross this morning. Just awful. I mean, how do alcoholics really function? I know they’re on the chase to keep the buzz and the drunkenness for as long and consistent as possible . . . but really? I am just dragging myself today. It isn’t even a full blown hangover. It’s just a feeling like I’m getting sick. Sinus headache, weakness, lethargy . . . damn it!
It reminded me of a short film I saw a few months back called Successful Alcoholics. Instead of trying to write a blog post with absolutely no energy, I’m giving you this funny, sad, depressing and ultimately fascinating look into the life of two co-dependent alcoholics.
Enjoy. zzzzzzzzzzzz . . . .
322/365 – Brown Bottle Flu
Last night I had 4 Tecate beers. Four. F-O-U-R. You know how many fingers are on your hand, minus the thumb? Four . . . okay, maybe five. Here’s the thing, ether Tecate really doesn’t jive with me or I truly am hitting the breaking point in my drinking tolerance. I know it’s been going downhill for awhile, but come on!
Now it just looks like unproductiveness in a can.
I went to my pal’s house, Seth Farley, as he was having a apartment warming party. I biked there. I had a few beers. I biked back. No apparent buzz, and with the heat, the bike ride should have sweated out a majority of the booze. I mean, this is basically the same as when I’d have a show at Second City in Chicago, have a few beers afterwards and then bike back home.
What the hell happened? I feel so tired and woozy and gross this morning. Just awful. I mean, how do alcoholics really function? I know they’re on the chase to keep the buzz and the drunkenness for as long and consistent as possible . . . but really? I am just dragging myself today. It isn’t even a full blown hangover. It’s just a feeling like I’m getting sick. Sinus headache, weakness, lethargy . . . damn it!
It reminded me of a short film I saw a few months back called Successful Alcoholics. Instead of trying to write a blog post with absolutely no energy, I’m giving you this funny, sad, depressing and ultimately fascinating look into the life of two co-dependent alcoholics.
Enjoy. zzzzzzzzzzzz . . . .