I used to think to have a drink no matter where it be, would bring me bliss that I would miss when sober thoughts haunt me, but what I've found through many rounds of shots what matters most, is quality of company and most of all the host.
every day feels like a blank page I stare into emptiness as words fly into one ear and out the other always telling myself that I'll make something out of each new page I am given that I might fold it into something new but I'm always too afraid I might mess up the structured square that is my life.