Alright guys, I have some things to spill...

Friday night:

Bottle of Captain Morgan, and Rockstar to chase it with... tried to walk to a club with my friends afterwards, tripped and fell on my face and nearly got a concussion, I can still feel it.

I guess that's the price I pay. You deal with the fact that the week was terrible, suck it up... or you drench it in alcohol, forget about it, and get all the cuts and bruises and people saying, "Yeah dude I remember you, you were more %#@&#! up last night than anyone I've ever seen in my life."

With or without alcohol, life is stressful and torturous... and it feels so good to get the temporary relief... you can't go a second under stress without thinking about the easy way out, grab a bottle that night.

It's impossible.