You Make Me Sick
I suddenly find myself faced with a difficult decision: give up my Vicodin or give up my Guinness. I’ve been given an ultimatum the likes of which I have never before had to face. I fucking hate hard decisions.
So, which do I choose?
On one hand, it’d be easier to give up Guinness. On the other, the longer I go with Vicodin, the harder it will be to quit.
“The mother of excess is not joy but joylessness.” - Freidrich Nietzsche; Human, All Too Human
Generically Yours,
Buster