"I'd like to have a drink, please. To go with this thing I'm writing."
But when I drink, I'd like to just continue drinking.
But as I drink, the urge to write gets stronger with every shot.
My problem is, that when I start to write, I'm already too drunk.
When I wake up the next morning, the thoughts are already washed down the sink.
Along with spit, vomit and disappointments.
Good and bad times alike.
"Dude, yo. Let's write. Collab shit."
"Dude, yo. Let's drink. Hammer shit."
Let the paradox resume.