I miss the days when I could wake up and drink, then go to work. And drink there.
I'm not sure anyone my age can do that anymore.
I'm even scared to go driving at night. Everywhere, an Irish bar is jam packed with revelers of an odd celebration. The Irish really mean that much to us.
You know I really miss drinking, so at least I get to talk about booze....so here goes...
Miss mah Bushmills, Jameson, Tullamore Dew...Guinness, oh fuck, how I miss Guinness.
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