We’re talking like a whole liter of whiskey. Drunk enough to have visions. Drunk enough to have that weird kinda clarity. I’m embarrassed and ashamed. But at the same time I’m glad I did it. I thought maybe I’d die, and I was cool with that, but I didn’t. I guess I’m just a tough bastard like that. Sorry if my posts were kinda weird I was drunker than a French lord on bastille day. I really do love this community. There is a kindness here that I don’t find anywhere else. That’s the reason I feel safe admitting I’ve been drunk for like 30 hours. So I’m hydrating and taking b vitamins and also an allergy med cuz I know my body is gonna try to cough out this poison and I’ll choke on the phlegm. Not my first rodeo.
The first time I got drunk it was on apricot brandy when I was in high school. For a long time I avoided apricots. After decades past - I could drink brandy. But there’s no way in hell I’m ever drinking a tiny sip of apricot brandy.
I’m sorta there with being able to get away with light tastes of much lighter rums but I still stay away from the stuff like I stay away from fermented spicy snow crab