Jesus, time consumes drugs quickly. Thirty minutes into a codeine binge your head starts itching as though lice, dandruff, and mosquitos all just piled on your head. So, naturally, the solution is to knock out the desire to scratch mentally. But as an aid, three shots from an ice luge containing Jacky Daniels and three bowls of dankidy dank usually end up joining the fun.
Hello cocktail.
Finally the itching subsides and is replaced with a cunning inability to stand upright. So first impressions are taken from anytime ventures, to only being safe AFTER getting up. Stability is found slower - now things get interesting. Standing, you help the host keep unsure guests from leaving.
"I really don't think I want to drink, I'll just head home so I'm not a downer." - Guest #1
"No, stay! There are two kegs, handles of liqure, a pool, a dj and this is my going away rave - grab some glow sticks Guest #1 and stay." - Host
"I really don't know, there is a lot on my..." - Guest #1
"You know Hopkins did a study on weather or not you're going to drink tonight. Its completely made up but there is research to back up the facts. Hello Guest #1 its nice to meet you. My name is Sebastian." - You
Solid work friend. The codeine, beer, Jack, and Dank all have you thinking as though you were king of the world. And the timing of the situation was clutch - already standing.
Too bad drugs end up letting you down. Ten minutes into the session, "Mission: Keep Guest #1 At House for Host," news comes that you have to leave yourself.
Peace.
A clock tells you that the codeine you took at 7 is wearing off. Its midnight. Two more bowls to the face, some HD soccer on a flat panel and taco bell. Good ending to a night. If only sleep would ever come and grace the night with its glorious ending.
Hello cocktail.
Good bye sanity.
Wake up fully in love. Just like every other morning.
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