I used to be really good at getting drunk and doing drugs.You think you have been super drunk before because you killed a mickey or whatever.You have never mixed a 26 with diet cola and then snorted enough coke to keep it down.I have done this and I can tell you, even in this state, with a nigress in heat after me, I could not even kiss her. Something deep in my horiffically sodden brain was still screaming at me that it was in fact a zoo animal that belonged on the other side of the glass at the zoo. Nausea filled my gut as the scent of vaseline and St. Ives filled my nose.Coal burners have something deeply wrong with them. Something horrific that even a committed alcoholic could not block out with the bottle. I cannot fathom it.
