Started drinking at 11am. I spewed traces of blood at 1.47pm. HELP!! Im only 22, what the f**k am I doing to myself? But it isn't me really, Im a good, kind kid. I have an evil twin, a drunkard in my spirit and when I booze he comes out to play. Or wreak havoc. Self doubt is the trigger, anger is the bullet smashing into the bottle, and its an arrogant bully who emerges from the explosion, but a bully with a seeking, kinder, lonely streak in him.
Drunk. Drunk. And more Drunk Drunk.
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