It feels so good going down your throat after a hard days work or on a hot summer day. Golden liquid in a frosted glass, preferably with some snacks on the side, makes you happier and happier as the night moves on.
But somewhere that golden liquid turns into poison. It starts eating away at your motor skills and takes out your common sense in the same blow. It makes you say things you wish you had not and put your hand in places it should not go.
But that is nothing compared to waking up the next day. Did someone just take a shit in my mouth? Who dropped this bomb on my head and why I am I sweating like this was a Turkish bath in summer.
So was it all poison from the start? Or does it become it at some point during the night. Every time I swear that this was the last….at least until the next party.
Krs
