Today while I was taking my 5 AM walk, I thought to myself, "20 years ago I would have been walking back home, drunk as fuck right now." Usually I was hitting up 7-11 for more Beer and a Big Bite Hot Dog... Now a days if you see me walking around the East Side at 5 AM it's because I am legitimately walking, it's a great excuse to listen to a podcast and clear my mind. If you see a drink in my hand it's probably coffee.
For the record I still get fucked up, but usually I stay put listening to records and drawing cocks. If I go out, I don't wander out for more beer. I don't know how I used to do it, Danny and I would start drinking around 4 PM then we might go to a punk show, return to my house after midnight for more beer, then we would get restless and hit the streets on the search for beer and food, we usually didn't get back to my house till after 5 AM.
As you might know, I gave up eating meat a while back... the thought of eating a Big Bite hot dog makes me want to vomit.
For the record I still get fucked up, but usually I stay put listening to records and drawing cocks. If I go out, I don't wander out for more beer. I don't know how I used to do it, Danny and I would start drinking around 4 PM then we might go to a punk show, return to my house after midnight for more beer, then we would get restless and hit the streets on the search for beer and food, we usually didn't get back to my house till after 5 AM.
As you might know, I gave up eating meat a while back... the thought of eating a Big Bite hot dog makes me want to vomit.
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