I am getting old or maybe my new found sobriety has made me change my opinion ( for now anyway ) about getting smashed . I heard two young lads in work today talking about how wasted they were at the weekend . I can't say that I miss that feeling. The one where you want to crawl into a hole and die from the gargle .The one where your hair hurts & your eyes cant see for the fog . Where you shake in the freah air with the cold & the smell of food makes you dry reach until nothing but bile comes out of your nose. You scratch yourself for relief & find comfort in tucking your hands down your tracksuit legs. No thanks !
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