Does it ever stop? I tell people what my friend Heather informs me: alcohol brings out the nastiness of Paul. To be honest – I don’t even remember a lot of time the incidences, sexual partners and events escalating to the point… blackouts. With the lapse in time in question, I can hardly be to blame. My mother laughs when I tell her I can switch. “Yea right” she exclaims from the chair she sits.
She sits there in a wooden chair made by Thomas Moser in front of a computer that came out over five years ago. The monitor displaying some word game she has mastered after many hours of devotion. How is it that one can be two? Libra’s strive for balance, through the scales depicted in most illustrations. Is it the world around me I am trying to balance or the being within? Case in point: Am I an Introvert or Extrovert?
The pendulum swings between the substance(s) used and the environment.
With alcohol beer is a slow process and promotes lots of visits to the toilet. I prefer dark brew yet a clear Corona without lime is ok. I do not care for canned beer after Rodney, Chris and I decided to pound down a 24 pack. Don’t ask me when, that is fuzzy.
I used to drink vodka. When I was a teen I would go to my other mother’s house. I would do a shot of vodka, usually the cheapest, in a metal measuring cup. Then the smell made me want to vomit.
Red wine is nice. Bitter and Dry. I like a good pucker. White is ok also. Red Wine after about three glasses makes me a bit warm and sleepy. Lena also enjoys a good red wine.
Bacardi and Coke is my usual. I used to be able to handle my alcohol, if that is the case, and stop at three. One drink for myself before I would attempt at being social with anyone. Two was the social drink where I would look and start socializing and putting in request for music. Three was for the courage to go out dancing and work off the buzz.
Many a times I have been barred from Sportsman's Athletic Club intown, mostly for music issues – breaking my own CD’s from a DJ refusing to return them to unplugging the cords to the system. I cannot say I had a clean appropriate mouth if the music wasn’t danceable. My entertainment went to shits and now I need to find some other type of entertainment…the people.
Could it be what the ego and the id are? I think its time for a visit to Freud.
