Sep 20, 2006, 09:11 PM
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A forty will have me singing "Sweet Caroline" to the pretties at the bar, too much more than that and I'll start blathering on about things I didn't realize I knew about.
It used to be I could drink a case by myself and be thirsty for more, but somewhere in Tennessee I lost my touch. I do like the way my shit conserves, but it's still a small source of embarassment around my friends. They like to toss back stuff that would've made me cringe in my (drinking) prime, and now that I can't even pretend to keep up with them I get hit.
I'm building up my resistance though, albeit slowly.
Jam it back in, in the dark.
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