I can understand why some people refuse to drink. I watched a woman contort her face into the most disgusting, anguished shapes as she cried into her booze. My stomach turned for alcohol, and now I’m a far more conscious person about downing a drink or two.
Of course, that didn’t stop me from getting snookered on Halloween. I went down to a friend’s party, played a couple of drinking games, drank some more, and then attempted to play freecell solitaire on the coffee table. Aside from the punch tasting like Dimetapp, the evening was pretty enjoyable.
After I got tired of drinking cough suppressant, I trudged back to my room and slept off a potential hangover: a fitting welcome mat for the weekend. I spent most of Saturday and Sunday catching up in Questionable Content, and I’ve been thinking over my life on and off.
I was thinking about dropping out of college, seeing as I can’t come back in the spring anyway, but I’ll live here for a while longer. I feel like Holden Caulfield these days. I really do. I’m on the verge of publishing something of worth, so I think I’ll concentrate more on my writing than my classes. These lectures are only to guide us as far as we’re willing to go, of course.
So, the ultimate moral of the story? Friends are precious, and enjoy your time with them, because no matter where you go in life, the times you have with your friends will be more important than any job you find. And keep away from Dimetapp, it gives a hell of a hangover.
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