"Jesus Christ you Moron, look what you've done to yourself. Your hands are trembling so much you can't even roll a joint anymore. The weed is spilling everywhere. Look at what a hole you've dug yourself, shakes at 2:30 in the afternoon.... pitiful. "
This is what I was thinking to myself about 2 hours ago. I was trying to roll a joint to leave at someones house so I'd have something to smoke later without have to drive with shit. Obviously it didn't work out because I have the shakes.... I then remeber I have to drive to Madison today, and the anexity builds to an very uncomfertable level.
" Shit you have to drive dude, you hate driving. You are gonna need at least a beer to chill yourself out. If this was driving around town you'd be fine, but you hate the highway. How'd this happen, you've spent days on the road before driving to shows with no problem. It wasn't always like this. Go get a beer."
I scan my pockets after about 30 seconds of debate and notice I have 5 bucks on me. Immediatly I know I am going to get a sixer of Rolling Rock. Yes its shitty but it serves a purpose. The stuff is like water and won't mess my stomach up like a heavier beer would. Anyways I will drink tons of beer once I get to madison, 3 kegs tonight! All of my favorite fellow alkies and junkies will be there.
"Okay take it easy, driving isn't so bad in your town. You know your way around town. Just go to the mobile. How the fuck did I get myself in this position??? I need a damn beer just to be able to get on the road. I need to cut this shit out."
I hop in the car, drive to the gas station, pick up my beer, drive home a bit anxious. Pop the cap and now here I sit sipping on a beer writing this. Gonna leave in a half hour.
This is what I was thinking to myself about 2 hours ago. I was trying to roll a joint to leave at someones house so I'd have something to smoke later without have to drive with shit. Obviously it didn't work out because I have the shakes.... I then remeber I have to drive to Madison today, and the anexity builds to an very uncomfertable level.
" Shit you have to drive dude, you hate driving. You are gonna need at least a beer to chill yourself out. If this was driving around town you'd be fine, but you hate the highway. How'd this happen, you've spent days on the road before driving to shows with no problem. It wasn't always like this. Go get a beer."
I scan my pockets after about 30 seconds of debate and notice I have 5 bucks on me. Immediatly I know I am going to get a sixer of Rolling Rock. Yes its shitty but it serves a purpose. The stuff is like water and won't mess my stomach up like a heavier beer would. Anyways I will drink tons of beer once I get to madison, 3 kegs tonight! All of my favorite fellow alkies and junkies will be there.
"Okay take it easy, driving isn't so bad in your town. You know your way around town. Just go to the mobile. How the fuck did I get myself in this position??? I need a damn beer just to be able to get on the road. I need to cut this shit out."
I hop in the car, drive to the gas station, pick up my beer, drive home a bit anxious. Pop the cap and now here I sit sipping on a beer writing this. Gonna leave in a half hour.
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