I'm Having a Dry January

I worried, like, ao little party was i' talking bout a bullet a lot in my book. I wonder if they'll send me, like, some free bullet. But i'd almost prefer that they didn't, so i can keep cind of dispassionate distance from it. If i had bourbon house, like, id like fogy, goin. O have some how many glasses of whisky can you get through in a nate and still be like, i don't know what wis the morse for you, wer, youre just lie. There were several times when i would wake up, ah, on the sofa or on the spare bed,