i never drink to pure drunkness wihtout a reason.. and it's always the wrong reasons.... so and so pissed me off.. so and so made me depressed...

i can't drink to drunkness just to enjoy myself (i can drink to a good buzz to enjoy myself with no reason at all, but pure drunkness i have no reason to acheieve without some underlying reason...)

once i fell outta the attic, THE FUCKING ATTIC... landed on a (hardwood) floor dead square on my ass.... do you know what the force of a 130 pound person, falling dead on his ass (ON HIS TAILBONE) directly to wood can cause??? i've never felt so much pain in my life.. and i'm the king of injuries.. i'm the person tha'ts cut their foot an inch deep and nearly 3 wide, to where you could see where my big toe bone connected to my foot (literally) and walked back 30 feet to shore (broke beer bottle in the water or clam shell, not sure which) then another 20 to the truck.. (btw, i never go to hosptials for my injuries cuz of my run in with a cat at 5) .. i'm the dude that was cleaning a catfish and the pliars slip (anyoen who's cleaned cat fish knows well what i'm talking about.. you have to pull the skin off them, it's not like scraping it off on most fish, they don' thave scales, they have skin) and my hand impaled it's self on the top horn of the fishes head... al the way through... well it didn't peice the skin on the other side, but you could plainly see the thorn sticking through... i'm the dude who punched a window and slit his wrist, to a point to where it was no more than 1/16 of an inch of the vien that would hav esurely killed me.. i'm the dude who thought at 10 it'd be a good idea to make nunchucks and used a swiss army knife (it was a big fucker too, not one of those little 10 attatchment fuckers that are an inch long, this thing had nearly 40 attachments and th blades were a little over 2 inches long) and had the knife slip off hte pvc pipe that was resting on his leg resulting in the entire blade (it would have gone further, if there was more blade believe me) goign into his leg... i'm the dude who had a non-lock blade (swiss army type knife, they don't have that lock you have to push in with a thumb to get it to close) close on his pinky while he applied every bit of force he could to whatever he was cutting... i'm the dude who has hit his head so many times he should be mentally retarded and possibly a vegetable... i'm the dude who cut off a good portion of the end of his thumb while trying to make a shot glass outta a pill bottle...

i am the KING of fucking injuries (and that's not even 1/5 of them, and i mean serious injuries, not like when i fell outta the truck going 30 mph, not like falling outta another truck going 15 when i was 4 or younger lol) but i have never FUCKING NEVER felt pain like that in my life...

i MADE MY GRANDMA go buy me a fifth of rum.. (bacardi gold) and i drank that son of a bitch in 20 minutes...

point is, it takes a good deal of stress or pain to get me to drink until complete drunk-tardness...


by the thread i just meant why you keep wanting beer after beer...