As I recall, I did most of the RIPping, while you blenched, gagged softly and poured whisky into my
That's a little unfair. I dug one of his eyes out and ate the green mucus from his nose.
You ate the green mucus the night before when you were reinforced with substances.
I was there when all bravado was stripped away. When the rank stench of boiled head was all about and he was looking at me square in the face with his remaining eye.
'4 O'Clock in the morning courage', Napoleon called it. :nod:
Glory days, b, and no mistake.
I used to love substance abuse :-(
Why is it always called 'abuse'? What's being abused? The substances don't mind.
Surely it's either 'substance use' or 'self-abuse'?