sometimes i worry about myself. i worry what kind of harm im doing to current self that is harming my future self. even on off nights where i'm not guzzling with clients, guzzling for fun, guzzling for stress and guzzling for success i find the guzzle guzzle a part of obedient and anticipated hazing of which i have trouble saying no to. and so with will's dad in town, in transit to medan for tomb sweeping, i made the effort to meet up for dinner after years of anticipation (anticipated drinking). we had dinner in serrangoon park @ jumbo restaurant, but only to supplement the 1.5 bottles of cognac that seemingly typhooned through us. i was nodding obediently, conservatively laughing, charismatically conversing all in between 5 minute intervals of toasts from uncle lee, who has no concept of drinking. uncle lee does nothing but CHUG....CHUG HALF FULL GLASSES OF COGNAC.
getting drunk with will's dad completely reminds me of drinking with will. in fact, after he got tipsy, he came to me and had a heart to heart talk. it was nostalgic even though i've never drank with him before. correction: he reminds me of viv.
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might not be a bad idea to put your name down for a new liver now!
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