Post by rockyj on Sept 11, 2011 21:29:22 GMT -5
Stung-out. What other term could describe me better? Just one: Alive.
It's honestly surprising that I'm still alive. I've done so many horrible things to myself over the years and sadly I still continue to do so but on a lower level. Now, I just drink. I wake up, and instead of going for coffee I go for a beer. There's never a bad time to have a beer. Once I'm either awake or just sick of beer, I head to the liquor cabinet. If I've run out, I head to either the bar or the liquor store. Usually the latter, but I got a few friends down at the bar I like to check up on every now and then. Gotta pay some of them as well. Oh, I didn't mention I owned the bar? It's called the Rocky Bar. Wonder where my genius mind came up with that name.
All I do is drink. I drink, I have sex, I play in a pretty massive metal band, and I wrestle on the side. My band has seven full length albums out and a few demos. My sex life is amazing; there's just something awesome about a guitar player in a metal band who has stage presence, a bit of alcohol tolerance, and a pretty big package. But we won't discuss that any further in case there are minors. And don't think minors havn't come onto me. But I abid by the laws- I refrain... from the ones I KNOW are minors. What I don't know can't hurt me if everyone keeps their mouths shut.
Right now, I just came into the main EWS building. I got a bottle of gin in my hand and I'm drinking it straight from said bottle. I'm not too drunk, a little tipsy is all. I usually drink a full bottle of some hard liquor a day- be it vodka, gin, whiskey (and I love whiskey, I "grew up" on it), bourbon, all of that. Healthy? Not in the least. But it helps me get through the day. Also fuels a lot of my inspiration for my music. I don't write much lyrics, but I sometimes contribute a few lines. I'm the main music guy though; I come up with the riffs, the beat, the rhythms, all of that.
I'm strolling down the corridors, people come and people go. Most of them shocked at how I look. I know, I look ridiculous, but I had a gig last night. I had a few drinks, had a bit of sex, and slept a bit. I neglected to take a shower since then, but fuck it. That's the heavy metal lifestyle. Tight jeans, steel toed boots, bullet belt, no shirt, open leather jacket; my usual attire.
Then I see someone. I didn't think anything of it, however. Then...
It's honestly surprising that I'm still alive. I've done so many horrible things to myself over the years and sadly I still continue to do so but on a lower level. Now, I just drink. I wake up, and instead of going for coffee I go for a beer. There's never a bad time to have a beer. Once I'm either awake or just sick of beer, I head to the liquor cabinet. If I've run out, I head to either the bar or the liquor store. Usually the latter, but I got a few friends down at the bar I like to check up on every now and then. Gotta pay some of them as well. Oh, I didn't mention I owned the bar? It's called the Rocky Bar. Wonder where my genius mind came up with that name.
All I do is drink. I drink, I have sex, I play in a pretty massive metal band, and I wrestle on the side. My band has seven full length albums out and a few demos. My sex life is amazing; there's just something awesome about a guitar player in a metal band who has stage presence, a bit of alcohol tolerance, and a pretty big package. But we won't discuss that any further in case there are minors. And don't think minors havn't come onto me. But I abid by the laws- I refrain... from the ones I KNOW are minors. What I don't know can't hurt me if everyone keeps their mouths shut.
Right now, I just came into the main EWS building. I got a bottle of gin in my hand and I'm drinking it straight from said bottle. I'm not too drunk, a little tipsy is all. I usually drink a full bottle of some hard liquor a day- be it vodka, gin, whiskey (and I love whiskey, I "grew up" on it), bourbon, all of that. Healthy? Not in the least. But it helps me get through the day. Also fuels a lot of my inspiration for my music. I don't write much lyrics, but I sometimes contribute a few lines. I'm the main music guy though; I come up with the riffs, the beat, the rhythms, all of that.
I'm strolling down the corridors, people come and people go. Most of them shocked at how I look. I know, I look ridiculous, but I had a gig last night. I had a few drinks, had a bit of sex, and slept a bit. I neglected to take a shower since then, but fuck it. That's the heavy metal lifestyle. Tight jeans, steel toed boots, bullet belt, no shirt, open leather jacket; my usual attire.
Then I see someone. I didn't think anything of it, however. Then...
TBC: Anyone.
Permission to attack: No.
