Hey goats. I hit my absolutely cracking point the other day. I was planning inpatient rehab for alcoholism and figured one last bender would be fine.
One of my favorite cats Momma Chonk died suddenly and I found her under the couch. It absolutely crushed the last of what I had left.
Doubled up from a 1/5 to a handle of vodka every other day mixed in with hard seltzers at .5%. At least a 12 pack a day. I was vomiting so hard I could taste blood in the morning. Needing drinks in the morning to get going. Five beers in, I'm game. A shot and and two beers definitely.
This all came to a head this week. Why yall if you recognize my name haven't seen me. I went really hard. Too hard. I got up the next day. Vomited. Had about five beers and went out with my dad. The last two days I was light headed, hadn't ate, no water, heart pounding, chest tightening and cold sweats. We were in a parking lot and I stopped and said I have to go to hospital. I ended up having a full blown withdrawal seizure in the waiting room even though i had nearly a six pack already. Terrifying. The doctors patched me up.
I'm now detoxed but I have to stay sober. That was closest I think I've came to dying.
On my commute home, I'll often pass a nice little banquet hall. On Fridays and Saturdays, you'll generally catch the well-dressed bridal parties along with the bride and groom carefully walking across the road to take photos at the beautiful park across the way. It's always a pleasant sight and the festive people are always respectful to the danger of cars passing by. As joyous as the occasions can be, the people in these wedding parties always know that they are not the center of the universe and make much effort not to obstruct local traffic.
One day I drove by this venue and much to my surprise, I saw traffic stopping along the road. Strange, I thought to myself considering it was a Monday. In all my years driving down this road, I'd never seen anyone rent out the venue on a Monday. There were people standing directly in the middle of the road taking photographs blocking traffic. As I stopped, I saw five niggers in tuxedos step into the road without bothering to look in either direction.
Rebuilding the top end of my Suzuki LTZ 400. Gonna have it together and running tomorrow. Im so excited. It's not a 450 but its still fun as fuck and not slow by any means. Will post pics on v/offroad later tomorrow.
$6665.78. You just know that's some LOLFUNNYBRO number Elon typed in. He's paying cucks like Tim Pool to astroturf this shit. The payments are seemingly not based on any set algorithm and this number only emboldens this claim. While anyone who calls out the jew is ineligible.
