Giving up the devil’s water
After a roaring bender that spanned three days, numerous vodka shots, ephemeral nameless drinking buddies made over slow service that spun out into full blown make-out sessions and perhaps a bit more, then another night of excess consumption that left my memory of that night in tatters and a bruised ego, the self-introspection in the morning was equally harsh as the hangover.
Time to give up the devil’s water. So be it.
Tell me you would have guessed this…
When I saw the link, I had to double check that I didn’t accidentally land on the front page of the Enquirer or something like that.