On Being
Being intoxicated sucks for me. I just can’t do it. I’m talkative and fine when I’m not, but if I have a beer or some weed or something, that’s it, Brad is gone. It’s kinda lame, and it’s not just that I don’t like the feeling, but all the sharpness and the wit that I think defines who I am is just dulled to the point where it might as well not exist anymore. That blows.
Oh well.
For future reference, everyone: if you want to have a good time with Brad, don’t shove alcohol in his face. Not that people really do this, but don’t even ask, because I’ll keep trying to recapture the fun I used to have when I was drunk or high but it’s just not going to happen. I just can’t be the same person I normally am when I’m intoxicated. I crawl into reclusive Brad when I’m drugged.
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