Sometimes, I steal liquor from my parents cabinet. vodka. whiskey. rum. it doesn't matter, really. Not as long as the alcohol does what it does i.e. give me a break from myself. the intoxication is an excuse. let go. unwind. loosen up. I blare music through the speakers. Turn the volume up, loud, louder. jazz.… Continue reading mildlytipsyimmenslyhappy