Why Do You Drink?

Welp, I did it. I drank a 12 pack to celebrate the ending of dry January and I feel like shit.

You remember that old country song that goes something like:

Tell me Hank, why do you drink?

That was a real banger back in the day, wasn't it?

I can remember being in those Texas honky-tonks getting drunk and listening to music like this.

Y'all probably don't know nothing about honky-tonks. 

It's just another word for a country bar. 

I've pissed-out a pretty penny in many a honky-tonk listening to some country music.

Country music is the best. It's music for the soul. It's mostly about getting drunk over some woman. Who can't relate?

Remember this one?

You don't know nothing about no David Allan Coe. 

He was drunk the day his momma got out of prison.

I should be drunk while I'm writing this. Then I'd have an excuse for the poor content. It's pretty pathetic to crank out this kind of crap and admit that you're sober.

If you're still reading at this point, you definitely don't have ADHD. Maybe OCD. Or an elevated BAC. But, like, OMG! Who is your PCP? Do they prescribe TRT? Do they accept BTC?

See what I did there?

Pure genius.

I'm just rambling now. That's the cool thing about the autonomy of blogging. You can just type whatever you want. It's like your fingers have a mind of their own. 

Pure improve, I say.

I wonder if I was a rapper in a past life.

BRB.

Oh yea, I knew there was something I was getting at.

Why do you drink?