I suck, but so what!

I suck at drinking, but so what? I continue to follow my heart (as opposed to my liver) and knock back shots of Jack and Jose. Despite my dislike for the porcelain Goddess I am an avid churchgoer, thanks partly to the fact that I'm unable to refuse a well mixed Manhatten. Nevermind my misgivings about how I'll get home, that won't stop me from ordering a round of whatever's on draft.

I'm fully aware of how stupid and silly the devil's water makes me, but I keep going back for more. Whether it's in a dive or with a diva, if you promise to meet me there the first round is on me.


But that's really nothing. What's so amazing is that I do it so much, but I am still so damn bad at it.

Jam it back in, in the dark.