alcohol i hate your guts, no i think you hate my guts. in my drunken stupor i felt unstoppable and all my problems were gone, and then i feel asleep on the floor because it is comfy, i awoke to no money, no girl, and still a little drunk, so not feeling half bad until that wore off and i wanted to die because alcohol is poison and not meant to be consumed. i swore i wouldn't drink for a long time but i knew it was a lie, because bars are the only social places in white suburbia that you can have fun and meet new people.