The New King

I drank a whole fifth of Maker’s Mark whiskey over the span of five hours at the local bar today while washing it down with some Budweiser. I was the last man standing when shot drinking time ended, as usual, because I have practiced hard. In fact, the bartender remarked that I had drunk the whole bottle. My drinking friends were awed. I am the new shot-drinking king.

I walked out at 9:30, went to the grocery store, bought some essentials, and made some spaghetti when I got home, which have just finished eating.

I wonder what I will do for my next PR.

What I really want to do is meet a wonderful woman and fall in love again. And, of course, I do not want to fuck it up this time.