war is over (if you want it)

i lived through it. 2004. over 500 years ago, nostradamus predicted i wouldn't make it, and it was a close call but i proved him wrong.

i'm in the process of mastering the fine art of getting really drunk without passing out and coloring the street with vomit. i've been trying to master this for the better part of 29 years now. most of it is pacing but the critical part is being very aware of your own level of inebriation, and when you need to slow down the ride. factors that make this more challenging: loud places with lots of strangers, loud places with lots of people you know, an innate death wish.

how much worse can 2005 possibly get...?