March 26, 2008
I suddenly miss the taste of beer, gin or any alcoholic drink. I miss the taste of danger, the lovely taste of risk and warning. I miss the fuzzy feeling in my brain. I miss walking in zigzags, saying stupid and funny things all because I've drunk too much. The feeling that I can do anything I want and the others can't do anything about it--because I'm drunk. It's a valid excuse. I miss vomiting and sleeping with a light head after that. I miss waking up with the taste of blurriness still on my lips. I really miss drinking.