The thing about alcohol, though non-drinkers, non-alcoholics and reformed alcoholics may falsely dispute this, is that each day, or night on booze, is a different journey, the destination being a mystery, but quite possibly the...
Day zero, the disaster, the serious shock, the near self-destruction.Day two, the suffering, the repentance, the depression, and the promises.Day three, the recovery, the wall, some light, and the joy.Day four, the strength, the resolution,...
Being crazy, for the rest of us, is a form of sanity.
Gin is a confusing drink. It’s the only liquid that’s both wet and dry.
Forget plastic surgery. Enhance your beauty by getting those around you drunk.
…you’re either gonna spend your life fucking pussy, or taking it to church.
All I cared about that summer were suntans, beaches, boys and booze.
I spent a lot of money on booze, birds, and fast cars. The rest I just squandered.
I’m a competitor. I once placed fifth in a bottle of whiskey.