March 13
Well, as the song goes, I’m still here. The stuff was pretty good. Pretty bad…now that it’s 9:00 a.m. and I haven’t slept, haven’t put anything in the way of sustenance in my body but six Michelob Genuine Drafts since breakfast yesterday.
Oh, it was quite a party. I stare dully at the TV screen, thinking.
Is this how things will be from now on?
Am I an addict?
Where will it end?
Is this the point where I have to admit to myself that I can’t control it?
Six guys over last night. A record. What bugs, viruses, and diseases are beginning to bloom inside me right now? Now as I sit here staring at a cartoon on the Cartoon Network (I have to get that cable canceled), I wonder how I’m ever supposed to find another job at this rate. And if I did, how could I possibly keep it? I mean
