What happens when.

If there were a title on my head to walk around with, it should probably be " My liver is going to turn into sludge ". It would be the title of the chapter of my book on my life about this stage in life.

Drinking is all fine and good, but simply put: too much of a good thing is bad, and too much of a bad thing is even worse.

We just don't have much to do at this point, but drink. With drunken ferver, a lush man is all we shall be. Nothing to be, nowhere to go, and crystal is my attitude.

Some new recurrances soon. You'll see me running around in nothing but my glasses, because I have run out of contact lenses. You'll see me make the drive to City of Industry to go to work at Best Buy. You'll see my life slowly sap away in the void, main void of having no free time.

Gotta get to steppin i guess.