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I’m the only one that becomes very philosophical when drunk?
What about the ones who get belligerent, try to fight the cops that get called than puke on the cops as they’re being arrested?
That’s I hate everyone guy.
No, I hate everyone guy hangs out with the cat or dog, Uncle Cletus throws fists with the cops.
I don’t know why but people who link videos without a brief description of what it is just drives me nuts.
Especially if it’s a Tom Cardy song that I somehow hadn’t seen yet. Wouldn’t have wanted to miss it - sharing the real party guest stereotype.
I have levels.
I start off with “I love everyone”, wanna talk.
Then comes losing my shirt, and if encouraged, I will find a table and lose more.
After that I hit the “walk in the woods” point. Or, really, “I wanna find a nice high place to sit”. Dunno why, but after a certain point, I just wanna get somewhere I can look down over a city or something. There’s something magical about it. Here’s all these twinkling lights, all these lives going about their night. Some going to work, some going out to get fucked up, some to get just fucked.
And there I am. My own twinkling light, out in the night. Small, insignificant, just the red glow of the cherry of a cigarette against the nothingness. For a brief moment, I am both a part of that grander light, and apart from it. Above us, all the lights in the sky, bringing it together.
Ha I’ve been woods guy. Found a cross in the woods and a bunch of old folding chairs, returned with one leg muddy up to the knee.
Apparently I’m surrounded by philistine alcoholics. Where my creative boozers at?
And sometimes you get to try out all of them! In one night!
I’m the wanderer.
Terrible story, I went to a foreign city with some friends and got black out on tequila for the first and last time. Apparently I left our motel without letting anyone know to go perform urban parkour. I somehow failed to clear a 2nd floor jump and based on the imprint in my one shoe, landed entirely with my right heel. Clean break.
My phone log showed that instead of calling anyone I was with or maybe medical assistance, I tried to call my boss 3 times before giving up entirely. I only have memory of some nurses later asking if I wanted to go to a hospital, but I denied them and slept it off. Guess I was found eventually, lol.
Hey dol! merry dol! ring a dong dillo!
I don’t see “I am smart enough to know I can’t drive but dumb enough to think I can walk to Taco Bell from here”
(Not that I know anyone like that personally.)
Car dependency moment
Then there is me, alone in the basement, surrounded by 270 empty beer cans about to open my last 30 case of Bush light.
Do you need help, my guy?
It’s fine, bud light is good for staying hydrated
I’m the “guess I’m crying now” kind of drunk.
You pair great with the journey into the woods fellow. An adventure will cure what ails ya.
Us woods folks are the story drunk type
So there I was…
A journey into the woods crying? I know how the Blair Witch Project got started.
Some day we will be able to vote for a political party that represents our bodily autonomy to put what drugs we want in our own body.
Even alcohol.
We already have that autonomy when it comes to alcohol. We are not, however, as autonomous when it comes to the reactions of other people to our autonomous behaviour when under the influence of alcohol. Or any other drug for that matter.
And their reaction’s existence within the law is immaterial.
That is, if you do whatever the f–k you want, don’t be surprised when other people do whatever the f–k they want when they react to whatever the f–k it is you’re doing.
If you’re lucky, they’ll complement (possibly also compliment, but complement is intended) what you’re doing.
If not, expect pain.
Don’t drink anymore, but a walk under the starlight used to be my fav. And if you’ve got a long walk home you’re basically sober by the time you show up
I got pretty wasted in the woods once together with some friends while grilling and staring at the stars. That was epic.
I have no clue how I got home though. That’s a two to three hour walk when sober, and I was drunk enough to only remember the first half hour of it.
But now I drink maybe twice a year, and very little. The stars look nice even when sober. And on Monday weed was legalized here, that’s more like it for me nowadays.
Yeah, I pretty much completely stopped drinking after weed was legalized.
I just bought a bunch of seeds. That feels so surreal. This weekend I’ll buy snacks and fly to space, and it’ll be legal.
Tips from a fellow enthusiast:
1.) Get a GOOD light. (Checkout the Thinkgrow Model-H for example).
2.) Set up a good hydroponic system, and use timers for your water schedule. (I recommend drips system. And don’t forget to flush with water at least twice between feedings to prevent salt build-up)
3.) Use as big of a pot as you can realistically get away with. The bigger your rootball, the bigger your plant and more nutrients it can take up.
4.). Get a GOOD carbon filter and no one will ever know your growing…unless you open your tent…
5.) Get a good tent! You want reflective walls, ventilation ports, cord access, etc.
6.) and lastly…and most importantly, get good genetics. Autos are great for a trial grow, but nothing will ever beat a good photoperiod plant - better yield, better quality, and massive, beautiful, photo-worthy colas.
Follow these basic tips, and I guarantee you’ll grow something better than you’ll be able to get at most dispensaries.
Thank you 💕
The first ones I’ll just throw onto my balcony. I’ll check how they manage and how I manage to keep them alive before investing into a proper setup. But I’ll get back to these tips. Thanks again 💖
You and everyone else is going to be potting outdoors now that it’s legal, and if there is a single male anywhere within a mile or two of you (which is pretty much guaranteed in the city), you’ll end up getting pollinated. I would highly recommend you don’t do that…BUT, if you do, at least grow two plants so you can compare if you notice any issues in one of your plants.
G’luck!
Yeah, I guess you’re right. I’m just too late, EVERYTHING grow boxy is sold out here 😅
Same here! Some great memories come to mind reading your words!
Yeeeah, the cool night air as you ramble along and slowly sober up. Maybe stop to pee on a tree somewhere.
Tries to walk under the stars in the city: city light polution ruins it.
Tries to walk under the stars in the countryside: Starlink light polution ruins it.
i saw a t-shirt in a Mexican tourist town once that said it depends on what you drink, and it explained it like this:
Beer = I’m invincible!
Whiskey = I’m invulnerable!
Tequila = I’m invisible!I too lube my life based on what I read on shirts
Wait, should I have been lubing my life?
Yes. Lube your life. It’s a lot less painful that way.
I … ok then
Gotta try lubing your life bro. Suavamente
I get to have the novel experience of ✨being tired✨ whenever I get drunk
This is called getting old.
aint that the truth
thing is: that was already a thing when i was 17, so that’s just kinda how i react to alcohol
