Woke up in de-tox last night. Really not pleasant to find yourself on the floor with a woman passed out on a table another passed out on the floor in the back, and another, face down passed out on the floor across the room from you.

I don't like where this story is, I dono't like that it's about me.
I don't think I am going to drink for a while.
I keep telling people I think I have a problem, and they keep handing me drinks.

This needs to stop. I need to develop some new brain cells and get back into the world.