This is getting old

"I'd like to have a drink, please. To go with this thing I'm writing."


"Thanks, miss."


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.

Sleep for work. script scene idea #0002

3: 07 am.

A faint dark bore holes to the streaks of light. Or it may be the other way around.

I woke up from a half drunk sleep. Throat's dry. Did I sleep with my mouth wide open? Felt like it. A chafing feeling rustles my inner throat. Urhrrm ~ yep. Dry as sand. 

Hangover Remedy

For the usually inebriated, alcohol can bring many good things to their dizzying world of spins and bar-room brawls. To name a popular few, things appear to be lighter in the eyes of a boozed man. People's faces light up hence the famous "beer goggles" that so many have sworn to have fallen victim to. Then there are the usual unhinging of social insecurities like talking to other persons, most probably that of the opposite sex. And then there's just the liberating feeling of being with friends and getting hammered entirely for a night, calling it a "blank day" that ultimately feels and hurts like it the next day.

No, this post is not about the movie "Hangover."