I quoted this before as I was drinking my Champaign and then right after several shots of vodka which left me on a very hard and cold floor waking in the wee morning hours with an undying headache and urge to vomit all over myself again.
Desperately trying to lift my body up I said to myself. ‘ Self where am I?.’
So in that I grabbed a cigarette and ashtray from off the table and again went on discussing my dilemma.
‘Self you know that waking up on a floor and not realizing that you are in a complete stranger’s house and god knows for how long it was that you blacked out. It is not very healthy for you.’
Contemplating it over, I asked.
‘How can this issue be solved then?’
* scratches chin*
I know ‘ More alcohol……..’
