Every drinker is different with their supply of booze some have only two at home and some can’t get enough no matter how much they stock up afraid they might run out in two days giving them the urge to keep buying more drink them so fast so they don’t spoil. Looking at this huge amount gives us the urge for the Friday night binge party just to make room for more beer. Drinking whiskey is a waste of money but we don’t drink as much of it as beer means spending less of our money but neither one is a bargain. I have noticed that when no beer is near the craving for it rarely comes to mind nothing to remind us to buy more forgot that beer exists. If we see it will put fuel on the fire. No supply at home and go to do something else means we have no interest in drinking so stay with the other entertainment we prefer to do. When I was drinking I felt guilty that I wasn’t in another place doing better things but booze had to be first for some odd reason. This bothered me so I decided to quit the booze and found I couldn’t but I knew the day was coming that I will find a way and the morning came and I found it. No more mud, dead animals, and the blood of humans with the glowing moon in the midnight hour and the smell in the early morning rain and the dark stain. This is where boozers live and party and nothing bothers us at all feeling right at home as the alleyway is a mirror image of the life of booze maybe because we may die here along with all the other worthless elements that created our most true nature. It must be we carry these elements home with us and return at the rising sun still in the same alleyway and waiting for our return.
The smell of the elements we don’t notice on ourselves.
see ya’ next time
