I’m not a drunk anymore, but since they cut out my tongue, I sound drunk.
Oh my God. I’m not Keith Richards. I’m Otis from Mayberry! A fucking drunk!
I was a spectator who had gotten free admission to a freak show.
You can just keep carrying me. It’s very relaxing.
I turned to her, my whole body hard with tiredness and regret.
I’m a competitor. I once placed fifth in a bottle of whiskey.
Forget plastic surgery. Enhance your beauty by getting those around you drunk.