I’m tired of this burned out burgh. All anyone ever wants to do is go to the bar and drink or lurk around coffee establishments. I’m sorry, I would rather sleep than do either of those mind-numbing options.
Live while you can
My Biological Grandfather died at 44 of cirrhosis of the liver. My father died at 46 of massive infection and fever causing brain damage. He was in the hospital for a failing pancreas and liver from drinking. I don’t drink, anymore. But I still hope and pray that the “Reilly Curse” comes for me 2 decades early. It’s 2 months and 9 days until my 25th birthday…