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Contributed by Tyrone Mercer
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Thursday, 01 February 2007 (read 2584 times) |
 Every winter about this time I find the fog clearing and sanity reasserting itself. Each year I resolve that it's never going to happen again, that I'm finally going to get my act together and abandon the follies of my youth. I think this year I'll finally be able to make a positive change because, as I lay passed out in the middle of what I can only hope was corn chowder, I had an epiphany: I realized that I was drinking to escape and what I wanted to escape was the no-fun, puritanical, hypocritical bastards that seemed to crawl out of the woodwork and ruin my holiday fun. |
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