I guess its the fact that I work as a bartender that I don't want to hang around bars after a certain point. Its like I finally know what bartenders thought when I'd crawl up to the bar, brace a bar stool and would drunkenly order something.
My liver sometimes wants to reach out to them and have an intervention. I guess its knowing that 3 months ago, that was me. Reminding me of my personal battle with alcoholism. Being passed out in someones bushes at 3 a.m. Puking in someones taxi. Crawling in streets drunkenly trying to find my way home...
I guess I'm really growing up.
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