Xanax and a pint of whiskey can make even the most doe-eyed, innocent, god fearing young men, into degenerate animals, with little morals, yet the stamina and robotic energy to relentlessly seek out trouble. Every irrational action makes perfect sense. Why wouldnt you drag the McDonalds cashier across the counter after incoherently demanding something on the menu that doesnt exist, if anything you'd be a fool not to. Sure the woman you just confronted isnt your aunt as you thought, and rambling jibberish with the only coherent sentence being something about the inavailabilty of bonkers candy certainly scared her, you could see it in her eyes. You always can.
Staggering and stammering," Skoooboken," when the bouncer asks for your I.D, doesnt help your chances of getting in the bar, but your friend works there and as he comes out and sees how far gone you are, he realizes the easiest thing to do is just let you loose inside, so you barg in putting your cigarette out on the floor. The only thing that will straighten you up at this point is more xanax of course, so you manage to push your way to the bar to get something to wash them down. A redhead girl walks up something about buy her a drink. You order her a goldschlager and milk to the confused look of the bartender reminding him that both this and your drink would be on the redheads tab. You stand by the speakers fighting the urge to ask the guy next to you if he was Balky on the show Perfect Strangers...wait where the fuck are you parked......
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Staggering and stammering," Skoooboken," when the bouncer asks for your I.D, doesnt help your chances of getting in the bar, but your friend works there and as he comes out and sees how far gone you are, he realizes the easiest thing to do is just let you loose inside, so you barg in putting your cigarette out on the floor. The only thing that will straighten you up at this point is more xanax of course, so you manage to push your way to the bar to get something to wash them down. A redhead girl walks up something about buy her a drink. You order her a goldschlager and milk to the confused look of the bartender reminding him that both this and your drink would be on the redheads tab. You stand by the speakers fighting the urge to ask the guy next to you if he was Balky on the show Perfect Strangers...wait where the fuck are you parked......
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