Every Monday I free-write whatever comes to mind. I scheduled this one ahead because I knew I’d be in Vegas.
I can’t promise you quality. I can’t promise you the feels. I can’t promise you anything, really. Except that it will always be raw, it will always be unedited, it will always be all over the place, and it will always be me. Oh, and it will always be done in my pajamas. Always. Because that’s how I roll.
Hmmm. What to talk about today…
How about booze.
Booze and writing.
I believe it was Hemingway that said, “write drunk, edit sober.” Yet, the only time I’ve come close to being intoxicated while writing was the couple of times I’ve written on Nyquil. So… here goes. Let’s try this. No… let’s do this. Except the editing part. Free-write Mondays are all about not editing.
What booze shall I drink?
I could go for tequila, but then I’d just want to fill the rest of the post with videos of me butt-ass naked doing the worm.
I could go for whiskey, but then I’d just hate you all until it was out of my system.
I could go for 99. But then we’d just end up having sex.
I could go for vodka, but maybe vodka isn’t the best thing to support with all this Russia nonsense going on right now.
Oh, I know.
Let’s go with… THIS.
Oh. By the way. Today my pajamas consist of nothing but a pair of gray undies with fluorescent pink lining. My bad.
And gosh. I rarely drink at all, let alone early in the day. The things I do for you people.
Here we go. I’m going to down HPNOTIQ until I do not trust myself to write another word…
One glass gone.
Two glasses gone.
Opened a new bottle.
Three glasses gone.
17% alcohol? Crap. I chose the wrong booze.
Four glasses gone.