Drunk Turkey
Thanks, Turkeys.
I've been home for 4 days now on Thanks Giving holiday. Just been watching the dog here and there and working on my bikes. Been drawing on magma with friends too.
Seeing family over the weekend was weird. I watched my brother drink 10+ beers in a row, my parents ignored each other in their own weird way, and I got absolutely too stoned before the big dinner.
There were no fights, and it was oddly sterile. I think after my dad's recent drunk moped crash, he's been a little hesitant to talk to us in depth. Guilt, and all that jazz. We went Black Friday shopping together the next morning, so I got a little father son time in.
I'm almost 30.
I played Picross on my dad's switch for the rest of thanks giving.
After dinner around 6pm, I went upstairs and went right to sleep. It's selfish, but I was mostly excited to wake up early, so I could ride my bike home.
I live about 10 miles up the hill from them, so the ride there was perfect. I love waking up to a fresh cold morning and hopping on my bike. There's nothing like that feeling.
The ride home is about 2ish miles of downhill, then 8 miles of uphill. It was a strong headwind too. I'll tell you what though, once you hit a comfortable cadence while pushing uphill you stop caring about speed.
Travelling by bike is pure bliss.
Thanks, Beers.
I slipped up and am no longer on a sober streak. I was on a really good streak, but then I got absolutely tanked at a Limp Bizkit concert. Since then I've been drinking here and there in moderation, but I'd really like to be sober from alcohol.
I can't shake the itch. Especially when I'm bored or stressed.
I imagine that watery-eyed exhale after skulling a beer.
Instead of suicide, drinking is the next best thing. I feel like that's why people get hooked so easily, because drinking is self-destructive in nature.
It's a beautiful cocktail of masochism, release, and numbness.
Some of the most retarded things I've done in my life have been when I was drunk.
Damaging my image with peers, having unprotected sex with a person I had just met, crying to strangers, thinking I'm okay to drive, breaking a guy's wrist from punching his hand, drunkenly babbling about nothing to nobody... And worst of all, associating drinking with sadness and boredom.
I'll commit one of these days. Then I can have that sweet, sweet moral high ground over the average alcoholic.
I quit smoking for good, so booze is the last vice I gotta toss.
Maybe I'll switch to Capri-Suns.
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