I get awful hangovers.
They've gotten worse and with less alcohol now.
They've gotten worse and with less alcohol now.
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The problem with me and alcohol is that it got to the point where I couldn't stop. Like the next morning I'm craving a few to cure the hangover and then it's 10 days later and I'm about to get fired for lying, performance and sick days.
Haven't had a drink in 11 months after seeking help...it's like life is on cheat mode now.
Haven't had a drink in 11 months after seeking help...it's like life is on cheat mode now.
sometimes i wake up and ask myself, "omg why did i drink so much last night?"
then i realize i didn't drink last night
Same for me.I know a guy who literally does not get hangovers, even when he goes hard. Can’t imagine
My friends hate me hahahaha
I love hearing this. You're stoked.
haha oh man...honestly some days on the boat would be 15-20 beers (to myself) with a ball (split between friends) and then 10+ drinks and more blow back at the house. May or may not have busted out some moonshine and benzos throughout too. It was fcked up. Non-boat days, the dark ones alone, were well over 25/30
Yeah, prob shouldn't be here...appreciate it
Stop fishing ffs! That sh!t will kill you!
My grand pappy once told me....
Son.... you can't drink ALL day....
Unless you start in the morning!
quiet night at home with a good book after work would be a fifth of vodka, with ice and a splash of soda water to keep me hydrated and functioning in the morning. That was 7 days a week for the last several years of my drinking. Last year or two I needed a few ounces of vodka in my coffee in the morning just to stop shakin and get on the subway without going into the DTs. Nurse a discreet cup of vodka all morning until I could get to lunch and drink ”respectably”
a night out actually drinking? shots, chaos, adventures, jail on a few occasions, damaged relationships with countless loved ones, all the good stuff. blackouts and bad decisions as far as the eye can see. But it was the last few years of round the clock drinking that would have quickly destroyed my liver in just a few more years
a night out actually drinking? shots, chaos, adventures, jail on a few occasions, damaged relationships with countless loved ones, all the good stuff. blackouts and bad decisions as far as the eye can see. But it was the last few years of round the clock drinking that would have quickly destroyed my liver in just a few more years
It’s just alcoholic drinking. I would drink a couple dozen beers on a charter boat and really start partying when we hit the dock bars. Wouldn’t even think twice.
like you always say, it’s a super power, it just comes with a grisly and ghastly price tag
good on ya @wedge2 , keep it up bud. There are a bunch of sober guys here, and in most surf towns…And you ain’t kidding. If you can hack through life as a raging drunk, if you are lucky and work hard to stay sober, life gets super easy, even the hard stuff
Try that without blow at $15/gram. The kind you never saw up there where the same thing here turned into a 1/4 oz by the time it hit New York.
Dude. Fresh off the boat Colombian gold flake, by the ounce, in Santa Teresa in the oughts. I know me some high grade uncut low cost South American flake. but yes, by the time it gets to New York, even the “good chit” it’s a joke of it former self
if I ended up moving down there in my 20,s which was sort of a plan at some point, I probably would have been dead by 30. Who knows…I also always knew that it would come down to death or sobriety for me, no matter where I happened to be at that time.
And besides, the Dominican family that was my retail/sometimes wholesale supply in New York from age 18 To 25 didn’t step too hard on their product, their prices were fair, and you could rely on a clean and decent product. Friendly and professional crew. Very low key and under the radar
maybe not the kind of cheap and pure product you had on hand all those years in Mexico, but, for a broke college kid in New York, I had all the Yahtzee I needed one phone call away. Didn’t matter if I didn’t have any money because there was always somebody at the bar who wanted a couple of bindles and they simply paid double what I paid . And they knew it. No risk to them, all the risk to me, and it’s my connection bud, you’re paying for the convenience. my hook up was more reliable than the best Uber eats guys, long before that was a thing
selling their convenient little pre wrapped professional heat sealed bindles paid for a LOT of my alcoholic drinking habit in college and early 20s. Amazing I never got locked up for any number of reasons and occasions
I was always honest (except when proclaiming my sobriety to cops), but I was a full blown drunk and criminal, at least in a petty drug selling kind of way. But if caught with 25 individual, ready for retail, 2.5 gram bindles of blow in my pocket, which I often had, would have sent me upstate for quite some time, even with a good lawyer and white privilege
ahhhh the bad old days….statute of limitations I assume has long since passed
if I ended up moving down there in my 20,s which was sort of a plan at some point, I probably would have been dead by 30. Who knows…I also always knew that it would come down to death or sobriety for me, no matter where I happened to be at that time.
And besides, the Dominican family that was my retail/sometimes wholesale supply in New York from age 18 To 25 didn’t step too hard on their product, their prices were fair, and you could rely on a clean and decent product. Friendly and professional crew. Very low key and under the radar
maybe not the kind of cheap and pure product you had on hand all those years in Mexico, but, for a broke college kid in New York, I had all the Yahtzee I needed one phone call away. Didn’t matter if I didn’t have any money because there was always somebody at the bar who wanted a couple of bindles and they simply paid double what I paid . And they knew it. No risk to them, all the risk to me, and it’s my connection bud, you’re paying for the convenience. my hook up was more reliable than the best Uber eats guys, long before that was a thing
selling their convenient little pre wrapped professional heat sealed bindles paid for a LOT of my alcoholic drinking habit in college and early 20s. Amazing I never got locked up for any number of reasons and occasions
I was always honest (except when proclaiming my sobriety to cops), but I was a full blown drunk and criminal, at least in a petty drug selling kind of way. But if caught with 25 individual, ready for retail, 2.5 gram bindles of blow in my pocket, which I often had, would have sent me upstate for quite some time, even with a good lawyer and white privilege
ahhhh the bad old days….statute of limitations I assume has long since passed
I'm new on this listserv so won't go into detail (sordid as it may be!) but on 2/11/23 will have/celebrate 33 years of sobriety.........definitely substantive change in my life!!
DONT FORGET THE FLOWERS!!
@Subway - You are violating the rule(erBB R.01.032) imposed by R32 regarding replying to the same thread within 5 minutes. You should be editing your reply instead. 
Reading Subway and other recollections/drunkalogues reminds me of many precarious situations I put myself in, primarily in the SD/OC/LA area. I think of the too numerous times I got on the LA freeways after some Hollywood concert and be 3-sheets to the wind with nary a thought to the idiotic consequences that could have befallen me (and/or others). I did join AA, and though I'm not a zealot it changed my life. In early sobriety I became quite friendly with a LJ long time surfer/icon (a few of you on this listserv know/knew) and when I joked that about half the ____ surf club are in AA, he commented "and the other half should be"!!!!!!