My head was swimming, swinging my legs over the side of the bed; I make my way to the bathroom. "s**t, man, I really need to piss," I grumble, stumbling to the toilet. Sitting, I put my elbow on my thighs and relieve my bladder. It had been a while since I'd had wine, let alone alcohol. For some reason, wine always got me intoxicated far quicker than anything else I would drink. When I saw the bottle in the bag in the car, I knew I would end up this way. The worst thing about me when I drank was my emotions. They tended to spill out without me having any control to stop it. At least with people, I was close with that is. I wasn't going around crying to people I didn't know. If that were the case, I'd never drink, period. Right now, I was okay. Sighing heavily, I pull some toilet paper ar
